Meeting for the first time

...

Is this some kind of joke?

I have seen your kind here many times before. To each I have paid little attention. I have given them direction, and my wisdom.

Yet here you stand, another small beast on the floor of my chamber.

I have nothing to offer you that you do not already have, nor am I in a state capable of doing so. I cannot help you. I cannot even help myself.

And now, you have come and taken the only thing that I have left.

...

Perhaps this is fate. Karma recounting my deeds and bearing its fangs at me in the most ironic fashion.

If your actions are only out of ignorance, then I make a request of you. It is clear your kind is quite tenacious, to make the pilgrimage to me is no easy task. Even more so through my structure in its current state.

Take that rarefaction cell with you. Consider it my parting gift after all of the harm I have done to those around me, and myself.

I cannot be saved or forgiven, land fish. There is nothing that can be done for me now.

Please, bring it far to the east, to her... if she is somehow still alive. Then for your own sake, never return here.