Okay. So, let me tell you about my family curse.

Mostly... it boils down to clairvoyance regarding presents. We don't speak to one another about presents, because the moment we gain awareness that a gift has been purchased, we instantly know what it is. It doesn't matter how outlandish the truth may be; we know. Well, we also often know who's calling on the phone, or other mundane things like that. For me, it's a bit more broad than that. For example, in a raffle, I know when my name has just been pulled out of a hat seconds before it's been read. Amazing, yeah? There's just one Cassandra-level stipulation: I can only predict what elimination of chaos has already rendered certain. I know whether Schrodinger's cat is alive or dead, but I can't do anything about it. I can see... the present. Sometimes.

Tell me about your pain, and I will know that you are going to die, but I won't tell you. You don't deserve to know what's coming. It's like that. Sometimes I wonder what it is that I'm fighting for in this context, when I see all the pain and horror and wrongness in the world, and know that it's already... there. Is it denial, distrust, or some recursive loop where I feel the necessity of my words? Or am I crazy? Well, shit, I don't know. But listen. Fight. Okay?