If you're reading this, I have no regrets. It was intentional, all of it. I wish it could have been different, and it could have, but this was the only way I could live with myself. My choices. I couldn't house this power and know that I let this happen to you. I've written this to explain what I did, and to hope that you forgive me, because in the end, it was going to happen to one of us. I'd rather it be me than you.

Knowing comes with a certain power, and I know you told me I have to choose what I do. I have to choose my battles. I can't just go around and save every cat I see stuck in a tree, just like I can't save every death I foretell, but I need you. You're the battle I'm picking.