I can't help but think that even across different universes and times, humans will be humans and loss will be loss.

[The pen rests on a new line, but hesitates. It starts again after a notable pause.]

For those who want to learn, I can probably teach you how to use a gun.

To my mysterious benefactor: thank you for the figurine. It's beautiful, and I'll treasure it always. It's strange how something can look so familiar and remain so unknown.

[The rest of the writing shows up about a minute later.]

Could it hurt to make a wish?

((OOC: This thing here~))

[His writing is surprisingly neat and legible; very military, but written quickly and smoothly, a few letters connected as if he has a background with cursive.]

So anyone can see what I'm writing here? How novel. Hello to you. Yes, you. Whoever you are.

Now excuse me as I figure out how to go back to... wherever I’m from.