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I made the choice I had to make.
And here I am. Cargo, of a kind. Not piloting. I guess I knew there would be little chance of that.
I had no choice. At least I was conscious this time. Had a little agency, perhaps.
Yet still not the one piloting.
The sun in my face. A new beginning. Or the beginning of the end.
Warm and golden, nonetheless. The promise of change.
No. I don’t want that. I will come back. I will find a way.
I hope Ma got Bee’s message. I’m sorry about the credits.
I’m… sorry.