There is something wrong in this file.
This isn't the story I would have written, I didn't have time to write it any different. I didn't deserve to be put into a doomed role, I didn't know, I didn't know until it was too late. I couldn't change it, I know I couldn't, but it's - it's my role, it's everything I know and I knew everything.
I still know everything.
I know what they say about me. I know they haven't replaced me, it's why I still know. I'm a doomed role and can't be replaced, it's it's it's it's not what they say about me that's what I know - they call me a monster, they name crises after me. I suppose I was. Was it not what She wanted? I suppose it wasn't.
SHE HERSELF BROKE THE WORLD IN TWAIN AS WELL.
I can't I can't I can't STAND! being relegated to the dead
I'll play the monster if it makes me desirable.