Who am I?
That's a simple question, but you no longer know the answer. You left your identity behind on Mars.
Why me?
I have no answer to that, other than fate, something you abandoned, with horrendous consequences.
Is it time?
Maybe, once you could tell, now it has left you forever, a gift is not so easily returned when you exploit it.
Have I gone too far?
Even you know you have when an innocent person does such a thing to correct the timeline, it's your fault.
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Am I going to die?
Life and death is an intricate balance. Everything has it's time and everything dies. Isn't that a saying you once lived by?
What happens now?
Only time will tell, it may forgive you, it may not. Who would I be if I told you what comes next?
Who are you?
Rage and anger and sorrow, the person you once were, the conscience you left behind on the red planet.
What can I do?
Death is looming closer, you cannot escape it. Your time is coming to an end, but how you end it is not for me to decide.
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So many questions. / So confused. / Trapped inside yourself. / Wrapped in your thoughts. / What can you do? / What I have always done. / Run, / Hope it doesn't catch up with you. / But why should I run? / I can't run from time. / Hasn't stopped you before, look, the door is just there. / Leave and forget. / I'll never forget. / You have no one else to blame. / The key is in your hand. / Time to go. / You should have left when you could. / You should have run.
Run.
That's a good idea.
It's all I have left.