Who am I?
Another day on the job, another new contact to be made, and yet another close call, too close for comfort. Most fighters wake up every morning wondering if today's the day. If today, they'll finally find peace in death. But not you, you who barely had time to construct such thoughts, no, for in the silent aftermath of the Oracle's words your entire mind, your entire being, was consumed by another more pressing question. Will you see him today? Will today be the day you know his face?
You resented the Oracle for not revealing more.
Time passes, blurs, unlike your memory of her words
Once he was unplugged, you stood away and watched, unsure, from afar, when he opened his eyes, those big pretty eyes. As he progressed further and familiarized himself to the mini-world of the Nebuchadnezzar, so did the fear in your mind. So much louder did the voice sear. Always searing.
Believe.
Out of nothing, out of an instant, you pulled him back from his death, but only just. Doubt had been surfacing your mind in the moment you saw his closed eyes; his face so innocent, so peaceful in death that you did not want to wake him back into this world of hurt again. But love speaks for itself.
Who am I?
I am Death, here to teach you a few essential lessons before I call.