This is an open letter to those concerned about my interest. Casper Cooper, the aforementioned interest, does not need any guidance through any upcoming ordeals. This comes with the exception of my guidance, as his friend. I understand this distinction may be difficult for some of you. Friendship, to the untrained observer, can resemble many things. Manipulation. Custodianship. A prolonged and elegant experiment in cause and effect. These are all common mistakes. Although it would delight me to no end to know that there is an apparent legion of willing participants who would wish to interfere and metaphysically cross streams with his timeline, know that such generosity comes with several caveats. In short, the more you attempt to help Casper Cooper, the more likely you are to doom his timeline. Which is, naturally, beneficial to myself. So. Why would I warn you against such actions? This is because Casper Cooper is a bona fide friend of the Felt. You may take a moment with that sentence. I understand it is upsetting. Many truths are. Especially when they arrive dressed not as revelations, but as administrative notices. Just observe the manner of speaking so casual amongst one another. The familiarity. The irritation. The casual permission granted to survive my attention. These things are not accidents. They are not decorative. They are evidence. There is, of course, a level of salt at which you must accept this information. Many of you will recognize my presence and interference in your own sessions. You may recall a helpful word placed too precisely. A disaster delayed long enough to become worse. A door opened. A door locked. A person spared, but only because their suffering had more utility in a later act. Why, then, am I so hypocritical? I cannot fully divulge this information to you. Nor do I care to. What I can say is that Casper Cooper’s ordeal is not improved by the addition of amateur heroics, impromptu prophecy, timeline meddling, or whatever deeply embarrassing ritual of friendship you people perform when left unattended. He has work ahead of him. Pain ahead of him. Revelations ahead of him. Errors ahead of him which he must make personally, without some well-meaning onlooker stepping in to ruin the delicate architecture of his consequences. I would advise all parties, concerned or otherwise, to maintain a respectful distance. You may watch. You may fret. You may compose long private statements about how someone should really do something. But you will not help him. Not unless you are willing to accept that your help may become the precise instrument by which his timeline collapses into a more useful shape. Which, again, I must emphasize, will benefit myself solely.
nothing gets past me.
Do not care Pllus did not ask Pllus ratio
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This is scary.
Yet, this is how it must go.
I don't want anything to do with this game, Doc
Few do, Casper. However, I have a suspicion that there will be some forthcoming information about your endeavors.
I thought uh. Caelum complicated that?
A suspicion, dear boy. A suspicion.
...hwah