And here I am, alone, with my stupid feelings. How did I ever think I was here to save the world? All this power, all this time. I thought I was weird, different, and in fact, I was. At first, I could only go back when I wanted to change something because it hurt my feelings. Then, it was for someone I loved. Finally, I was able to control it. I thought I could change every bad thing; everything wrong. It turns out, I was only here to destroy it. I am their curse. I am the bad.