Zaak
"The man I am now is not the man you knew then, at the beginning. After the war. After your first death. After the birth of probability. I cannot, in good conscience, give you an honest answer."

I take a breath.

"I am a shade. A specter. No more tangible than the morning mist before the sunrise. My only reason for being is to set the realities on the right path. To create an order that the Impostor failed to. As a winnower of chaos." I take another breath and fight the urge welling up inside me. I have said enough. I can stop. Yet. The memories of long ago eke forth and escape like words not my own.

"But I [i]have[/i] missed you."