Vessel/Logs 1

7.8936e+12 years.

As far as I know, that's how long I've been here for.

It never really occurred to me how many years have passed. I stopped keeping track after the first few hundred. It's almost kind of amazing how this hasn't completely destroyed me, or anyone else here, for that matter.

I don't exactly ENJOY talking to him, but Edwig was the only person here who could help me figure the whole thing out. He does his science-y math stuff, a bunch of multiplication nonsense, one thing leads to another..

And I get that number. 7.8936e+12 years.

Losing your universe is one thing, I've had to deal with that plus all sorts of stuff before I got here.

But..I always had my friends..the things and people that helped me survive. Who to fight against. A purpose. A cause. A goal.

And now, 7.8936e+12 years later, everyone and everything I've ever known, loved, hated..

They're all dead and gone.

When I was in control of him, I was mortified. First thing you know, you're finally getting used to the endless void of nonexistence..and one second later you find out you're destined to be an endless wheel of destruction.

I had to kill..so many people. People who didn't even know what they were doing wrong.

What was the point of all this power if all I could do with it was hurt people?

I wasn't fighting for the freedom of my people against all odds. I wasn't trying to find a new home with my friends.

I was just destroying. Killing. That's it.

And then..after that feeling of awfulness fades, you get the scariest feeling in the world.

Numbness. Complete and total unfeeling to every single person who were victims of the erasure.

After all, why should I feel anything? Whether I like it or not, these people are just like the scum and villainy I fought in my original multiverse. They play god. They destroy the very fabric of reality to suit their own needs. If a person murders their fellow man, but doesn't realize it..Wouldn't it still be morally righteous to punish them? Nuance cannot be a factor when it comes between punishing one life..or letting their ignorance be the result of an entire world becoming undone.

Me and my friends never really won much against the oppressors in my previous world. No matter how much we tried, and how many times we won..they were always one step ahead. They always managed to send us below even square one.

What we were doing..it was pointless! Silly!

But what I was doing in the moment? I was fighting for justice. I was saving lives. I was being the good guy.

One person. A group. A community. A planet. A galactic empire. An entire universe. Entire dimensions. It didn't matter.

They stood in between me and justice.

I was finally doing it. I was making a meaningful contribution to the world. I was stopping evil. I was helping people.

I was the good guy.

I was being the good guy, and I enjoyed it.

I was happy.

Then everything went black again.

I started to scream.