That man has spent every day of his life believing that there is actually some sort of higher plan. That’s the problem with humans—they just sit around, hoping that someone will fix things. But no one will. No one cares. The universe is infinite and chaotic and cold. And there has never been a plan. At least not till now.
I keep having these… memories, dreams, whatever you wanna call them. About when Thad… was… was killed. I keep seing him get shot over and over. I keep reliving that moment. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s what was my fault.