Once upon a time, I believed I had worked out how life was supposed to go. I thought I knew how to play that game. I realize know that I had simply begun another turn.

My family doesn't know what I've done, who I've been, where I've been. Living life after life, world after world was a difficult but important job. At least I was allowed to return to my own every so often. I had my beautiful wife and my wonderful children. What more could I want? Perhaps an assurance that I would be the last of my kind?

"Forgive me, my son. I cannot promise you a peaceful life. But I will protect you as much as I can, Jaune."

Not dead quite yet. Missing a few pieces, but I'm still here.

-Arebus