It's 2 years post Augustus Waters. I'm still fighting this inevitable disease that each day consumes more and more of my being. The tumors have become immune to the Elixefar that had prolonged my life and so my days are limited.
Dying really does suck.
Although not for myself but for my parents. I'm delaying the repercussions of this grenade for as long as possible. Each day I find myself longing for there to be that "something" after I die. Just so I can see that crooked smile again. What use is there in being strong anymore? I'm going to die and its not like I'll be remembered by anyone but my mother, father and maybe even Isaac. My legacy shall not be treasured throughout the ages but what does that matter?
Gus always said he feared oblivion. Oblivion is inevitable and one day the world will cease to exist. So why try to be remembered when in perhaps a billion years from now the world will be non existent. There was a time before us and there will be a time after us, that's the very reason I'm so close to letting go..