Know Thyself
Bastards.
They don't deserve you.
You are the best: six A-levels, top of your class at university, chosen to work for, no, chosen as the protégé of the most powerful man in the world. Sent around the globe to search for the secrets that hardly anyone on Earth is allowed to know. But you do, you were right there in the heart of it, with all the mysteries of the stars at your fingertips. How could you resist taking that extra step when it was offered to you?
Time-travelling adventurers, indeed. You were the only one who was really exploring, the only one who really wanted to experience another time. You wanted to learn and absorb that strange new culture. They were just tourists, dipping in and out at their leisure. Mere casual acquaintances to foreign years; it was some silly game for them.
You wanted more.
Because you were better.
You're the best.
And no matter how many times these doctors cut you open, they won't take that away from you.
