She was looking forward to this day. The day you were supposed to be born. . . her son.
I never spoke to you, sonny. . .
I was afraid These would hear my thoughts. . . now, you don’t know about me. . .
Your father told you. . . once. . . at night. . .
You were three months from conception. . .
I heard what he thought about you. . .
So you don’t give up. . . And he closed his thoughts. . . Only he could close them like that.
He knew you’d understand. . . Later. . . when you grow up. . . .
He was already. . . already destroyed when you were supposed to be born. . .
I’m hiding in a long. . . I don’t know what to call it. . .
It’s like a hole in an underground cave. . .
It goes down steeply, and I’m afraid I’ll fall in there. . . or that you’ll fall when you can crawl. . .
I catch snakes so I can eat something for you. . . while you grow inside me. . .
It’s better than worms. . . only I’m afraid to die from their bite – then you will die in me, too. . .
I want you to be born. . . and grow up a little at least. .
I’ll teach you how to get food. . . and you can go unnoticed. . . until you’re all grown up.
I think I’ll teach you to think without words. . . how could the father. . . it’s hard to understand thoughts without words. . . even if they hear it.
I won’t talk to you. . . tell the Tradition. . . I won’t teach you to do what we always teach – speak with your thoughts. . . you’ll be like a mute. . . This way you can cut off the trail. . . when they’re looking for you. . .
They’ve tracked me down and I can’t break the thread that allows them to hear me. . . what I think in words. . .
I’m thinking of tricking them. . . to make them decide you died after you were born. . . so that they don’t search too hard. . . They won’t go into the cave – they’ll be afraid. . .
We’re not talking, but you’ve learned everything and now you can feed yourself. . .
I’ll leave tonight, . . . as far away from our hole as possible. . . to lose the thread leading to you. . . .
I will live alone and confuse the mental trail – maybe this way I will be able to save you. . .
I’m crying. . . that’s bad. . .
When you cry, they always hear you. . . They will be looking for. . .
I figured out how to tell the Tradition. . . and how to tell you about your father. . . all of us . . . who have already been destroyed by These.. .
I will tell you turning to the void. . . to the Abyss. . .
I don’t know if you can hear. . . if you can understand. . .
But this way They won’t be able to understand that you exist. . . that you are alive. . .
They’ll think I’m gone mad – I’m talking to myself. . . They’ll kill anyway, of course. . .
But you will know . . . I hope. . .
Words can live a long time. . . after they are said. . . if anyone has heard, of course. . .
Well they found me. . .
It seems I’ve managed to say everything. . . the Main thing. . . I love you son. . . and don’t give up. . .
You are the last of the line brought from Earth. . . from O. . . the last.