# the last stranger

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𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦…

“Why are you doing this, searching for the dead, lurking in the dark as if you’re trying to achieve something, get something from them?”

“Memory”

“Memory?”

“I’m able to do it, to feel more…alive. Memory is the only real thing to me, they gave me a taste of what I’m missing, humanity.”

“I can still save you, just let me help.”

“I’m now only a mere vessel, hollowing day by day, a little part of me die off everyday and now thanks to you, I don’t have to anymore…”

“What do you mean? Why is that?”

“…”

“…”

“Every action, every movement has consequences, once it’s done, can no longer be undone, everything I did has led me to this point. The only thing I can do now is accept the fact and carry on. Maybe it sucks, it hurts, it terrifies even, but it is what it is. I… am… beyond redemption.
You’re trying to save me… stop, it’s futile, let me do what I was meant to do. Completing the circle, this circle you and I are standing on, living on. There will be others who are just like me, a pawn of fate, a missing piece in the picture, arise when time comes.
Human beings are always beyond themselves, stretching toward an open future of possibilities and all of this and me, are the precursor for those possibilities.
Don’t be surprised, this is… normal.
Consider yourself lucky for having a chance to witness this, to see the gap closing, to watch the puzzle completion and to live to tell stories.
By death, I shall be reborn but in spirit because there will be a generation after this, many even, they will adore your stories and they will be better than what it is now.
Now my time has come, I must bid you farewell. Thank you for showing me humanity, of yours and ours…”

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

-R