After twelve 

different people, 

that are all me, 

I don't care anymore.

After three 

different metal companions, 

that are all rusted and broken, 

I don't care anymore.

After fifty four

different people, 

that I have abandoned and lost, 

I don't care anymore.

After over nine hundred 

years of traveling in time and space, 

of which I have probably caused more problems in than I have fixed, 

I don't care anymore.

If what they say is true, 

that the more you care, the more you have to lose, 

than I have nothing to lose.

And nothing to worry about.

Because I don't care.