I've been given ten minutes to tell the people who have me, why I shouldn't become hallowed, and should stay the "suffering weakling" I am right now. Instead, I asked for a laptop and am writing this post.
Lucas, I have two requests for you. One: Post my part of "Deadman." Two: If you see me again. Kill me. Because I don't know if any part of me will be alive anymore. I love you so much.
Thirty seconds left, it's time to fight for my life.
Runners keep running, fighters keep fighting.
This is me, signing off.