Saw Rebirth

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So, it's all come down to this...

Somewhere,

somehow,

something went wrong.

My life wasn't supposed to

turn out this way.

Now, I can't help but wonder...

"...am I too late?"

bSAW Rebirth

"Inertia", the word

defined my life.

I'd somehow worked my way so far into

a rut that I felt there was no way out.

Or at least no way out that didn't

require me to do something.

And when it came to

taking action,

well, there was

always tomorrow.

I knew

there was more to life.

I was just too lazy

to grab it.

I mean, consider Paul,

a bore for sure,

but he had it all

- wife, kids, the works.

I've told him once, that

I'll never fear him someday too.

Nothing's wrong, John.

I just need more from you.

A commitment... she wanted a commitment

that I just wouldn't - couldn't - make.

And so she left.

For years,

nothing changed.

I just played the

role I'd been assigned,

went through the motions...

My experience with Jill clinched it

- life was empty.

Then...

"I got sick."

It hit me suddenly,

but hard.

Every night I'd come home

and puke my guts out.

Every day I'd wake up

feeling just a little bit weaker.

It's really quite serious although

it's not far advanced...

You've got a particularly

virulent strain of cancer...

We're talking about a question of

"when" not "if" I'm afraid.

I, but...

I'm truly sorry, we'll do all we can

to make you as comfortable as possible.

So that was it, I'd squandered

my life and now I was about to lose it.

I bet the doc was a real shoulder

to cry on, huh?

Cold-hearted bastards,

the lot of them.

What are you talking about?

They're all screwing

around on their wives.

I sure won't be that

way when I'm a doctor.

The orderly had issues of his own.

Now that on my own

life was slipping away,

I paid closer attention

to the lives of others.

Like this one - a scam artist.

This is what he did with

his precious gift of life?

Watch out!

Coming through!

I found out later from Zep, the orderly,

that the woman had od'd on heroin.

She'd survived,

but did she learn anything?

But nothing could have prepared me

for what happened next...

It was Paul!

He'd slashed his wrists.

A guy with a wife,

family, kids.

What the hell was

wrong with him?

I was done listening

to the rules.

"There was only one way out."

"So I killed myself."

But I didn't die.

The cancer growing inside

would eventually kill me anyway.

I accept that,

fully and completely.

But that knowledge

didn't depress me anymore.

In fact, it liberated me,

clarified everything.

"...I was reborn!"

I knew now

what my purpose was.

So many heedless, unfocused

souls out there, so lost, so adrift.

So unappreciative.

So undeserving of the precious gift

of life that was being denied me.

I'd never get back

all those wasted years,

so I'd have to apply myself

as I had never done.

Use the short time I had

left to make others realize...

...how fleeting and valuable

this existence was.

But it took work - hard work.

I discarded sleep, neglected meals,

there was time only for my task,

what I'd already come to

think of as my mission.

The chosen would reap

the benefits of my labor

...one way or another.

I educated myself in diverse fields,

absorbed vast amounts of esoteric knowledge.

But it was necessary effort.

If the chosen were to learn anything from

me, I'd need to impart a personal touch.

The hours I didn't spend puking with my guts

on fire were consumed by planning.

Everything was researched,

tested, refined.

Every angle was considered,

every detail mulled over.

It was perfect.

So it's all come down to this.

Somewhere, somehow,

something went wrong.

My life wasn't supposed to

turn out this way.

I was supposed to be someone,

I was supposed to make a difference.

And now I will...

one person at a time.

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