Sometimes I wish I was human, because you lot are
amazing. But then I see the way you treat each other sometimes, and I feel like giving up. I don't understand how one group of people, on such a small, innocent little planet, can be so wonderful and terrible all at the same time. You fascinate me, and I love you, but you also
horrify me.
Other times I wish I could just die, because I'm so old now and I've done and seen so many terrible things. I saw the skies of my home burn crimson, and in turn I've made other places rain fire. I've killed so many people, whole races, since my own died away. I miss my home, and my family. People,
planets, are afraid of me, and I don't blame them. I wonder if I've lived too long now, because at times I'm more tired and lonely than I thought it was possible to be.