I.T is boring, and I started this then. I don't know how much I like it, but I hope you'll like it.

Summary: Regulus Black's rather pessimistic thoughts as he watches himself die.

I'll Always Be Watching: By Thoughts and Pondering.

Look at the sky. See how the clouds cry their tears, grieving over our forsaken world. See how the sun shines in the sky, laughing at us mere humans, toiling away, creating conflict and turmoil in the world.

Watch as people kill each other and see them grieve for the ones that have been lost. Watch the people like me...who were always favoured by their peers and parents, people like me who were always being watched by those in authority...watch as we were mislead...into believing great untruths...watch the people that were told they would be great one day...see how they are dead or dying.

Watch the people who no-one ever noticed, become the greatest people that ever lived.

I think I'll give you some examples. Take the Dark Lord, the man, the soulless man who I serve...the man who shattered his soul...his life force...into billions of pieces...while doing the same to others. He was thought to be great. He was always thought to be successful...but look where he is now...dying...what is a person without their soul? He uses Dementors to take the souls of people...and he saw what they become...doesn't it make you wonder, why one would want to be like that?

People like Dumbledore were only thought to have mediocre magical talent, but he showed them, didn't he? But if there is one thing that all these people have in common is a perfect world...a vision in which everything is perfect. But I now know there is no such thing. It is impossible for everyone to be happy. There can always be justice, but there will always be rebels...

It wasn't that long ago, when I found out about the Horcruxes...a sin against magic it's self. A sin against life, akin to those Muggles in lab coats cloning sheep. That's why I'm here...and I think I'm going to die. Actually, I am dying...although I fear I might have always been dead. Life is overrated...and unluckily for me, I do not believe in an afterlife, since I already think we as humans, have already found our Hell.

He stands besides me, that Kakaroff, writing the note, signing it with my initials...luckily I have placed him under the Imperious curse, so he will not remember and report it to our Lord. If he finds out that a part of his soul is gone...well he will wreak havoc on the Death Eaters...and the world is already a quite despairable place...though I don't see why he'll really care...he who does not see the full value of the soul, to see it as a privilege and not a gift...can not understand how important it.

I can't believe it, looking back, watching how idiotic I was...Sirius was always right. He knew that the world was no where near perfect...and he knew there was no way it was ever going to be...but he was sucked in too, by Albus Dumbledore.

My hand grasped around Slytherin's Locket, I plunge into the depths of the icy water near me...the potion is burning my throat, and I watch as it plunges into the water. I watch as Kakaroff falls down, collapses, as the curse is lifted as I am about to die...I watch as the blackness clouds my eyes, and I watch myself shut down. My last thought...my last thought as a living creature on this forsaken planet is, I'll always be watching.

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Thoughts and Pondering.