"Endless, Sometimes, Near, endless…" The Old Soldier sighs to himself, "..that's all I see, countless tales, countless beginnings, countless endings," He looks to the black, stars upon stars spread throughout it like a celestine tapestry. "I regret my decision every now and then, this curse, this responsibility thrust upon me…"
He looks to his visitor, the cloaked visage of his form hiding the body of what used to be a man. "...I'm beginning to accept it though, and every now and then..I enjoy it, I get to see the things he saw and it gives me a sense of empathy for him…" He gives a dark chuckle.
The Old Soldier points to his singular glowing eye, the one aspect of his being not shrouded by the cloak. "...I have seen horrors with this eye, worlds where guys like Doom won, worlds where the Avengers fell to the might of a foe grander than them…" He strokes his unseen chin in consideration, "...though, this damn eye also showed me brighter worlds, worlds that make the cynic in my soul cringe...I allow it though...it's good to get a different perspective on how things could have gone…"
The Old Soldier crosses his arms, "...though I'm sure you understand that very well. He'd peak at where you came from. Every once in a while he'd see what sorts of fates and tales were weaved by whatever force conceptualized your existence…" He inhales, then exhales, "...though, every once in a while his viewing of these worlds, these timelines, caused a convergence of concepts…" he takes steps towards his visitor, both of them showing no fear towards each other. "...like some part of our worldly make-up imprinted on to yours. They never lasted long, being pruned as they weren't exactly real in the grand scheme of things,"
The Old Soldier turned away from his visitor, his eyes on the home he had defended from many a galactic threat as the Man On The Wall, "Still, he kept them in his headspace, recorded them on to his own irises. He was a Watcher after all, can't blame him for wanting to keep some record of foreign worlds snuffed by the status quo." He furrows his brow, remembering the reason why he was even here, having this conversation with this visitor.
"Sorry, Uatu has an effect over me sometimes….I go off on tangents that you probably couldn't care less for…" He closes his eyes, looking over the Dead Watcher's memories of worlds ceased. "...you came here for a story right? Not my rambling like I'm some old fuddy duddy-Well, a story you shall have," The Old Soldier turns one final time to his visitor, who waited patiently with a rather mischievous smile as he rested upon his cane. "You may have heard this story before, seen these events play out time and time again...though an actor has changed. And I believe you'll find this change rather amusing judging by your actions in the past..."
The Unseen's eye began to shine brighter than it had before, and thus his tale started with a simple question,
"What if Peter Parker was humanity's last master?"