Shit.
Dammit.
One more time.
Go back.
No, skip that.
Fuck, calm down.
Listen to me.
You're fine, they're fine.
No they're not!
Keep your cool, you're going to make this work.
Almost.
That was a close call.
Save them.
Dead Dave's are the enemy.
I'm no hero.
Past, present, future…I don't know where I am anymore!
What time is it?
Is time even a thing anymore? Because I lost track of it.
…
This is not the end, I…I still have time on my side. I am The Knight of Time. This is just my job. To fix the mistakes without causing a paradox. I have the feeling that it has been years now… Fuck, I'm getting old. Too old for this. But I can't give up. I can either die or continue to play this godforsaken cruel game. But at this point I want to die. I don't want the death of a hero, I just want it to be short and less painful than what I'm feeling now. The game, the sights, the death, everything around me…It's killing me slowly from the inside. I'm starting to get tired from all of this. I don't even react the same way when I see my best bro' die again and again and…Again. You might be wondering who I might be. I don't know myself. If we were talking face to face right now, I would've been the one asking you. Who am I? I'm confused. In the timeline I'm writing this from everyone is up to something, making the same mistakes I can't prevent. The Heir, The Seer, The Witch and…lil' me. The Knight. Shit, if I'm a Knight of Time doesn't that mean that I should be saving time? Protecting it and using in the best way? What am I even doing then? Why am I trying to save them, why am I not borrowing time for them? How many times do I have to tell myself that I'm not a hero so I can stop this nonsense? My job is to help the others win the game. I'm the guy in the shadows, pushing everybody forwards and narrating them, where to stop, where to jump…They listen to me and it's my fault if they die. I guess…It really is my job to protect them. This is what all Knight's do.
They narrate and they protect.
But your job is harder. You are no Knight. You are at the top.
I know that this letter will get to you. I've already seen it happen. And I know that you'd never be ready to read it…But you did, it was too much but you did. I'm sorry. I failed. I keep failing and I will fail in the past, in the present and in the future.
I have to go now, there isn't much I can do. Someday…we might even meet in another life.
In another timeline.
To: The Prince of Heart
Do it again.
Reverse.