text: "When did I choose to come here?" he asked as he stood upon the cliff, looking up to the grey sky. It looked like rain. "Do you really want to know? " asked the older man in the black fedora. He could feel the mans cold blue eyes piercing his back like icicles. "No... I suppose it doesn't really matter, does it? " he replied without adjusting his gaze. "Because after this, I'll remember won't I? I'll remember everything." "Yes." the old man said "that is usually how this works." He turned his head toward the man for a moment. He was too bright to look upon, but he could see that hat and those cold eyes. Eyes that had seen the millennia pass, without rest. "Do you know... why do I do this? Walk among them, fool myself into believing I am one of them? " he asked the old man tentatively. "No." he answered coldly, and for the first time since they came here the man adjusted his gaze skyward. "Some believe it is your idea of amusement, or your way of keeping a closer eye on them. You share so little with us now, no one can be sure." He sighed pausing a moment. "I believe that it is your way of becoming more like them." Turning away from the old man, he fixed his eyes on the horizon. He wasn't sure of his reasons either. But as he watched the burning light fill the sky, he knew one thing. He did not enjoy watching himself destroy the world.