All is going exactly as I have forseen.

I always knew you were the only hope for it.

Ironic, isn't it? Of course it is.

I forsaw it, but not in this manner.

To think that we would be joined in such as silly manner.

You will help me to save her. Could the laws and truths of our time be warped any further?

A self named shade assisting a creature of light in a crusade against evil.

But not to its destruction, to its redemption.

Such an odd thing.

It will cascade to another and simultaneously grant the life long dream of a hardened warrior.

Does it make it worth it?

Is it actually possible?

Many things are seen, but many of them will never come to pass.

That future is nearly gone now, but it is on a boomberang headed back into our lives.

And I threw it so hard...

How can it come back to me now?

Don't tell me what I already know.

I'm denying that I'm in denial.

I have been for years, and am scared the most by the extent of its infultration.

I've always been the most upfront. I will always win because my cards are face up.

And here I am, defeating myself as I have always feared and forseen.

The hero is always the tool of his own destruction. Isn't that true of us all.

Irony that you should die of your own sins, falling on your own blade.

So here I am. I forsaw it because I created it.

I created the situation, I set the timer, laid the line, and planted the TNT.

I didn't start the fire, but we sure as hell felt the blast.

I threw the boomberang, new where it would go, and wished to never see it again.

So does that make me a seer or a fool?

Perhaps the most billiant fool that was never able to see what was plain as day.

My will is yours, your will be done. It is irreffutable.

Present the target and it will be struck.

Merely give me the prowess to take the opportunity that you giveth.

Amen.