#...ouch.

Doomed from the start

          there was no way of winning, and you knew it too.                               but you still tried.           you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated.                               it’s not your fault.           the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed.                               you didn’t stand a chance.

As they always did.

Left him alone, again. They didn't need him for that emotional comfort, they never did. And his usefulness for physically being there, stopping apocalypses, was over. He wasn't useful.

He never was. As a kid, he was unique, one of a kind, yet he was still number Five of the Seven kids. Now as he's older, he sees it's not just 6 other kids to compete with, but hundreds of others. Thousands.

He never was special.

Send me a ♤ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

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Put ‘too late’ in my ask for a suicide note from my character to yours