More than just a Weapon
James. That's my name, now. Yes, now. Not before. It was something else before. I know that much. I can't remember that name, but I can remember who that man once was. But I'm not that man anymore, even though I remember that life, or most of it. I can remember who I am now, too. It's weird, but I know everything about who I am now, along with everything he - no, that's not right anymore - I, might go through. In fact, you probably know all of it, too, or at least, enough. After all, he - fuck, I mean I, am pretty famous in my old world. Wait, it could be "he", too, right? I mean, there are multiple versions of him, I just happen to be inhabiting one of them. Then again, I changed everything that truly made him, him, you know. Now, it's really the both of us together, because it ain't him, and it sure as hell ain't me anymore. We're more now, a whole lot more. Fuck. It's a long story, really. But I guess, if you're here, you have the time.