Seldon Moor

You... you don’t recognise me?

Have we met... in this life yet?

Maybe that was the last one... maybe...

Every encounter blurs how many times I have introduced myself to you?

How many times have you killed me?

I'm Seldon Moor... but surely, you must be aware of that by now.

I've been getting closer and closer to a natural end.

Thought I might finally escape this cycle if I lived a full lifetime without YOUR interference.

You showing up... well, it complicates things, to say the least.

Still, there's a sliver of hope. Maybe this time, it’ll be different.

Please, just let me pass through this day uninterrupted. I beg you.

Kwalat... more than a world, a prison of my own unending torment.

Every detail, every stone, etched into my memory a thousand times over.

I just want to die and never come back! I want to stop waking up on that forsaken day I came here!

I’m doomed to repeat this suffering endlessly.

No, your help... it’s always led to my demise.

Please, no! Your assistance has only brought me death before.

Every time you help, I die. Please, don’t.

I can’t risk it. Your help has never ended well for me.

Stay away, your help is a curse.

If helping me will make you leave, then yes, I need assistance.

Sure, help me and then maybe you’ll go away.

Yes, yes, just please don’t stay long.

Anything to get you to leave again, yes.