Behold: your hero for the duration, a perfect imitation of a black-haired, brown-eyed, six-foot adonis. An intellectual, and one of the finest you'll ever encounter.
I'm monstrously strong. I can take to the air. I can hear people talking on the other side of the city or even the globe. I can read minds; I can bind with spells or even a glance.
Am I unique? By no means any more unique than you. There are some twenty others like me in the world of whom I know. Half of these I know intimately;one half of those I love.
I have a modern sensibility but a dead aristocrat's impeccable taste. I know exactly who I am. I am rich. I am beautiful. I can see my reflection in mirrors. And in shopwindows. I love to sing and to dance.
What do I do? Anything that I please. Here's the catch: it doesn't matter here that I'm me. It is not central to the tale. It's just a given, like my innocent smile and soft, purring British- accented voice and graceful way of sauntering down the street. It comes with the package. But what happened here could have happened to a human being; indeed, it surely has happened to others, and it will happen to them again.
We have souls, you and I.
We want to know things; we share the same earth, rich and verdant and fraught with perils. We don't - either of us - know what it means to die, no matter what we might say to the contrary. It's a cinch that if we did, I wouldn't be writing and you wouldn't be reading this journal.
What does matter very much, as we go into this journey together, is that I have set for myself the task of being a herb in this world. I maintain myself as morally complex, spiritually tough, and aesthetically relevant - a being of blazing insight and impact, a guy with things to say to you.
So if you read this, read it for that reason - that Jubin is talking again, that he is frightened, that he is searching desperately for the lesson and for the song and for the raison d'etre, that he wants to understand his own story and he wants you to understand it, and that it is the very best story he has right now to tell.
If that's not enough, read something else.
If it is, then read on. In my world, to my brothers, I write these words. Come with me. Just listen to me. Don't leave me alone.
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