Ah. You're The One. Got it. Well, I'll likely be long dead once time's erosion of your body's self-repair machinery has destroyed your ability to be The One. G

Ah. You're The One. Got it. Well, I'll likely be long dead once time's erosion of your body's self-repair machinery has destroyed your ability to be The One. Given that, please do accept this package containing my condolences for your loss. Time's insults are profoundly cruel and unjust.