Perspective of Rayne

I know things. I can see the threads of fate, the way they wind around each being. They tangle around one another, pulling at one another, twisting and curling. I can see the end of this planet, the dark roughness that these mortal children will endure. So I changed them. 

There are endless outcomes for each decision-- call it the butterfly effect. Every sequence of events has an alternative, and every choice causes different things to happen. What I do, it’s only preventing the most painful and gruesome of events. 

The pull of a string, a touch of magic, and a murderer becomes a police officer, a schizophrenic finds help, an abuse victim gets justice. Wouldn’t you prefer a world where the dead stay dead? The monsters stay in the shadows? The good guys stay good, and the bad stay bad? Is it not worth the sacrifice of a few, for the sake of the rules? 

So I bought a gun, and shot him.