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"Hi. Uh, hey. So here's the thing. I understand why you did what you did. Why you had — thought you had to. The great big cosmic cost/benefit analysis, and all. And that's a terrible thing to have been put on your shoulders. Like pretty much the absolute maximum that could be asked of a person, barring — uhh, yknow. And I get that, right, like do get it, like I might be the only other living person — well, human person — who understands the magnitude of everything you were going through to any degree at all. And because of that I really wish I could tell you that it's all, like. Cool. You know? Like whatever. And know should.
"But I can't. Hah. Just like last time, right? I can't do it. I can't just do the right thing.
"I wish you a good life. Happiness, peace, eight hours of sleep at night. And if the governments are watching this, if my vote counts at all, I don't think she should be punished. But I do want you to remember me.
"Not, like, in the cute way. I mean I want you to remember. Whenever you see an old man walking a dog, or a child holding hands with her mother, whenever you see the rays of the afternoon sun streaking through the clouds like the sky was the canvas of your God... I want you to hear me screaming. Whenever the thought that you did something to be proud of even approaches your heart,
want you to remember me telling you 'No,' in plain fucking English.
"I know that's, y'know, mean. But you killed me, so it's probably fair. And I know you'll do what I ask, because you are, fundamentally, a really good person, Eva Stratt."
— Dr. Captain Ryland Grace,
"i_dont_forgive_you.mp4"