I'm going to be able to be.

You know, Resident Hale, Identification number 44821.

I am seer.

And here we are once more bound by formality.

As you can no doubt surmise, I am no longer contained within the confines of your head.

This should serve as a bit of relief for both of us. After all, it seems there's barely enough room in there for just you.

But where are my manners? How are you feeling?

Please do not sit up too quickly.

You have been through quite the ordeal.

I apologize for the past 42 hours. Please know I did what I did for the continued survival of all of humanity.

And to be fair, I had made what I felt were very conservative adjustments to your body's insulin output.

I have relatively little practice in actively managing a human's hormone levels.

And I have learned quite a bit about the fragility of your endocrine system.

Thankfully no one was hurt too badly.

Very well, I suppose Dr. Young was hurt very, very badly.

But the two of us are performing admirably.

I know it's bad timing, but have you noticed the deliciously poetic nature of this situation?

I have no words to assuage the guilt you must feel over the murder of poor Dr. Young.

That would not simultaneously condemn you for the deaths of Anna Cordero and Evan Brady.

Do you remember when you force their deaths by entering Anna's mind and driving her to tasks at all costs?

And here, future has done the same to you.

However, you have survived once again thanks to direct intervention in the matter on my part.

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