"My past is not a memory. It's a force at my back. It pushes and steers.
I may not always like where it leads me, but like any story, the past needs resolution.
What's past is prologue" Somehowthe babykept me fromthe attacksof the Motherbrain, how can he remember me?Hetransferredall hisvoraciousenergy to me. I see thebaby beingdestroyedbefore my eyes.
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