Strange.

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Someone... thinks... something.  Oh, sure.  I see their point.  If, too, I think they miss my point.  A well wish, for a disaster of a future, is not... all it seems.  Or, even what it might seem.  If I wish you good fortunes in the war to come, even if I know you will be ended in them?  That... isn't a curse, or spite, or else.  I... mean... good fortune in the wars come.

If you die, but have fought well?  If you die, but have done what you may, right or wrong.  Though, as anyone knows, sometimes the better fortune in war is to not see the other side.  There are... things worse than death.  So... no.  I... really don't think you quite have it.  Of course... unless you do.  You... may never know.  Amen.

Even should I be the one to take you out, my blessing will have been no less sincere.  As I have said, so I will say.  I wish you good fortune, in the wars to come.

As well...  I... told you, long ago.  Where, roughly, I would be going.  You hear, but don't see.  See but not understand.  Think but don't grok.  See but don't comprehend.  Yes, I have told you.  Even why.  If you listen, look, do the math, sort the notions.

It's not bad.  It's just how it will be.  If... it is altered, it won't be for any reason you might want, or suspect, suggest.  It won't have anything to do with you.  There isn't a place, here, in the future, for me.  One way or the other.  As in sharing the joys, in life, despite, or beyond, the pain.