You - yes you... I'm talking to you!

I asked him- 'why'. Said I don't know. Maybe it was destiny. 'I don't believe in destiny y'know. i believe in purpose.' The response wasn't quite what he was expecting. He turned around. Ever so slight. I could see the mad glint in his eyes. He had lost his way. 'Let me show you,' I say. 'Maybe, then you'll live truly.' But I knew he did not want that. He had come here to die and die alone he would not. 'Take down all humanity with you,' his master had said. Luc's puppet, on invisble strings. "WAKE UP!!" Do you not see the folly of your own existence-  a wretched life- a wretched death. Can you not give me your time, your passion of heart- so it may not be distorted- polluted in the dry sands of the wasteland. Can you not spare my fellow mates- for they are wise, yet they seek your way in arrogant doubt. I shall lead them I say- but for the same hand drawing from the well. Eternal. Etheral. Existential.
Yesterday I had lived, you say. Today is my time for passing. But NO.. NO.. NO. It is too precious. Time is of essence. The essence of victory lies in the use of our ally- time. Luc's defeat lies in the conquering of our greatest fear- our most dangerous opponent- the Passing of Time. I know what you fear. But it is but a delusion. It may be final .. now.. but not then. I can show you, but will you let me? I can see the highest peak.. for you, me and all of us. Though the ghost of Christmas past beackons n taunts- lauds and hits- lies and praises- frees and binds. i will not let them get me. I only ask for courage. I only ask for you to listen. I will show you the way, and find my own, someday.