When You Can Live Forever…What Do You Live For?
Preface: Dreaming
Am I dreaming? This is too awful to be true. Then again, life is cruel. I was never going to die, I'd accepted that, but now, no matter what I do, I'll always be dying, no matter how long I live. This can't be happening. If this is a dream, let me wake and remember it no more. I can't live with this pain. This shouldn't be happening. I was created, designed, to kill his kind, and here I am, unable to live without him. And there's nothing I can do.