You honestly don't know why you go to see him anymore.

Thinking about it though, the answer becomes obvious. You go because, even with the duty to your messiahs, even with your entire destiny figured out...you love him.

He's discovering himself, just as you discovered yourself. You take a precious moment to watch him tell off that spiderbitch of his. You never felt prouder of him. He's someone different from the boy you groggily flirted with in your drug addled state and you love him. He's a constant that has stayed with you.

But you think to the time when you lost it all. In between sopor and sober when your messiahs had called to you and you...you took his head...it's something that part of you regrets, even now. And you don't know if he knows what you've done...but it really doesn't matter. Because, even when you have all of known time available to you there's not enough. There's never enough. You suppose that's the nature of time.

These moments you take to see him...you know you should stop. As much as your lord insists you are not needed, you know you are. And you know you shouldn't be using your miracle machines to go see...to see that he has his own working legs again. To see him smile wider than when he's gotten his favorite monster in FiduSpawn. To see his hair blow in the wind as he took off, his middle fingers high in the air, finally being free.

He's going to die though. So many hims have died already, doomed timelines of him. You've seen your lord burn him to cinders. And if he wins, like you plan on helping him to, your Page of Breath will burn and die again and again in more ways than your mind can fathom.

You sigh and leave the bubble.

You honestly don't know why you go to see him anymore.