[ WP ] You suddenly realize your true purpose in life ... and it 's a duty you do n't want .

I'm completely deafened by the bestial roar of twin engines. The morning son is blinding and I ca n't even see the target. Target. As if I could eliminate all emotion by thinking of the whole city as just a simple bull's eye. There are thousands of them down there. No, not them. Us. We're the same and I'm now murdering them. They will cease to exist, and it will be all due to my actions. I did not create the weapon, nor did I come up with this plan of action. But I am the final checkpoint. I am the final moral judge. 
 I judge this wrong. I pull up. I fly over the pacific for as long as my fuel tank possesses sustenance. Then I begin to fly into the pacific. My breaths become quick as the water washes over me and the American made metal squeals and bends and yells our in fury. I remove the mask from my face, spit and bile spilling onto my jacket. My breathing is now shaky and more labored. I use what little oxygen I have left to speak my final thanks and with a force of will I thought impossible. 
 `` I have not become Death. I am not destroyer of worlds.''
