INHUMAN

Slaves. Dying empires. I killed her parents just to save her—I don't know if I'm right or wrong. Sorry. A lot. This is what he sees. This is what he's been waiting for. She doesn't seem likely to wake anytime soon. This pitiful child has been forced to keep walking for years without a single decision of her own. I couldn't call it one soul anyway, since I don't know if she is or isn't, or just a mixture of everything. This is our world's war. Ugh, the ticking of the clock here is getting more and more annoying. I don't know if I can or not. See you soon, Clara. See you soon—from here.