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A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR
I am haunted by humans.

You save someone .
You kill them.

“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”

"I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right".

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

One was a book thief.
The other stole the sky.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

“They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.”

"... you're human - you should understand self-obsession."