The journal found was scattered. The notes are not in order or all in the Fate Committee's possession. All pages will be submitted as they are found. -Agent of the Fates #758-B6-

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Sector # 34b-7

I observe a lot in this world. I notice lots of things every time I’m here, things that disturb me and make me nervous at the same time. I was with my target, a young fourteen year old boy named Yuske Urimeshi (a troubled boy to say the least) when I noticed it. Across the street was a younger boy, I’d say about ten at most, was playing ball. No, that isn’t want was strange, the child was Fate-less. I sensed not even a slight trace of a Fate around him, and needless to say was frightened for the boys well being. Knowing interfering with his Fate line would be a punishable offence, I attempted to ignore the boy and continue following my intended target.

However, when he darted into the street after the ball….I admit to compelling my target into helping the boy. I know it was out of his normal character but I could not see a Fate-less act so rash and almost end themselves. I know I may be punished for this but I do not regret my actions…even though they were what caused my target the loss of his life. Having helped the boy once, he acted on his own will when he noticed the car swerve and the child in harms way. I was just as surprised.

After impact I was stunned…I knew he had done this due to my negligence and disregard for the rules set by The Fates Committee. I twisted his fate again in a rash and sloppy attempt to save his life, fortunately it worked and the Spirit World (The governing force of the dead in this world) had seen his ‘actions’ and was willing to give him another chance at life. I refused to intervene for this due to my previous actions. If he were to live again it would be of the fate he created for himself. I am thankful for his strength and was relived that he could create a happy fate without aid.

Moments like that make me wonder if Fates are even required here. I know we can not simply faze out, but are they that much dependent on us? Are we so essential to there lives where we must govern all of them with our tiny strings pulling them helplessly? Are we? Yuske wouldn’t have helped a boy before, not like he did that day…yet after he changed and became something greater. Although it was a painful transition at times, was it not worth it for what he had become? Was it a sin to change him so simply for the better meant of his people? And by doing that….suiting my purpose? The strings of fate…how dirty they become, stained with the blood of those who are cut on its edges.

I watch him now, slightly sickened because it could all be a lie. A lie I created because I did something kind, and forbidden. How would he feel if he knew what I had done to is Fate Line? If I continued to twist it, how would shape and change? Better…worse…dead. I should have known better, these events changed not only his lives, but those whom he interacts with. More things that way me down as I watch him and his friends train and grow. Almost…..envious.

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