Dear viewers,
West here. I think we need to have a little talk. Everybody is grieving over my death, even PrettyKitty473. She's been crying on and off all day. You guys are being ridiculous! Haven't you realized by now?
I can be anything you want me to be.
The show can never contain me. It is you, the fans, who make me who I am. I could be with Artemis. I could be with Robin. Hell, I could be a clown doing eight-year-old's parties! All if you allow. Haven't you seen? The show hasn't held you back. Many of you authors have kept me at my original age- screw the time gap. The gang is all complete, all at the starting point. And then some of you will continue on as if I never died.
You know what? I don't even know the full details of my death. Speedforce could've caught up to me, for all I know. But I don't know. And neither do you.
So, in reality, I don't have to be dead.
In fact, it is you guys who keep me alive. Once my name stops passing through your lips, I am nothing but a memory. So keep writing. Keep drawing pictures. Keep making music videos.
Keep me alive. Please.
~Wally West