Yinsen.

I guess your plan worked. I escaped. I lived. You didn't.

It worked for a good ten years.

I guess my time just ran out.

Sometimes I think it ran out the second obie put out the hit on me.

You just gave me an extension. You know those games? Where you play an ad, but get 20 coins or whatever? The arc reactor was that ad. You were that ad.

I guess the ad always goes away, huh?

Sometimes I'm angry at you.

I mean, you cut inside my chest.

You died. You let yourself die, Yinsen.

Who was left to carry that guilt?

Me.

So yeah, sometimes I'm angry. Sometimes I'm thankful. Sometimes I'm just sad.

Mostly though, I'm sorry.

You told me not to waste my life.

I hope I did what you wanted.

I'm not sure that the diameters are, but I hope I succeeded.

I became Iron-Man,

I pioneered SI further,

I saved the world a couple times,

I loved.

That good enough?

I wish I met you in Bern. I wish I did a lot of things different that night. I wish I met your family, too. They must have been nice.

Remember when you asked me, if I had any family?

The man with nothing, yet everything.

I never had everything, Yinsen. Not after, not before.

I've always been flawed goods, and nobody wants to be family with flawed goods.

It's my DNA. I push people away. I can't help it.

But then again, I didn't push you away, did I?

I hope not.

I don't think so.

You did more for me than even Rhodey.

Thank you, Yinsen.

I'm excited to meet your family.