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Years have passed, Human. I’ve stayed, stranded on your planet.
And I have seen so many things.
I have seen you ridiculed by those who you strive to protect.
I have seen you, sitting alone when you thought no one was around.
I have seen you cry.
Because you know it will end one day, don’t you?
You know who will win.
I scare you.
I scare you because I am steady.
You, you change. You get taller by the week.
Your face gets oily and even more disgusting than usual.
You feel things you’ve never felt before.
And I, I stay the same. I see you, watching from your window as your father leaves,
not to return for a month. He leaves you alone, so long.
You pretend you don’t care. But you do.
You sit in your room, you lock the door.
I have seen the knife you keep under your pillow.
I know why you wear long sleeves now.
Did you know you sister cried, too?
She cried for hours, but you never knew.
You look worried now. Have you just thought of your sister?
Do not worry. I did not hurt her.
You look relieved. So you do care for her.
Her, the one who spurned you more than any other.
You care for those who hate you.
Are you sick, I wonder? Why would you do these things for any other reason?
But I regress.
Look, are you crying now?
Starting to break, I wonder?
I should have known that physical pain would do nothing.
Irk knows I’ve beaten you often enough.
I think I put you in intensive care once. Ah, one of my greater moments.
But you know you’re going to die, now, don’t you?
You’re going to die here, underground.
And no one will miss you.
No one, you ask? What about my dad. I mean yeah, it’ll take a year or so, but he’ll realize.
What about my sister?
You haven’t understood me. I said I had not hurt her.
It is not necessary to feel pain when you die.
Though I suppose that’s no consolation to you, is it?
No, it isn’t.
Oh, look, you’re getting blood on the floor. That is a lot of blood, isn’t it?
It’s a wonder you’re not dead.
Ah, well. We can wait.
You’re going to die.
And we can wait a long time.
Maybe I’ll leave GIR here to keep you company.

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