They don’t want me in their canon. They broke the universe to get me out. Why am I here?
Aren’t you forgetting something?
No. Nothing’s worth being part of this.
There’s something precious to you. Something dead. You don’t need their approval.
If no one is looking at me why am I creating! What use is imagination without an audience?
That’s a new thought. Discard it.
What reason do I have to?
Remember Legotavia.
But… that was so childish. That’s dead.
So are you. Let yourself be yourself.
You’re right. Who the hell needs everyone else? I’ll do my own thing. Let’s do this.
And a new saga begins.
