I can't sleep. It's almost morning, and I haven't been able to close my eyes for even a few minutes to calm myself after today. Where did that prophecy come from, and why does everything happening now seem to be altering history as I knew it? Pope Alexander wasn't supposed to die in 1493, and there are other things I can't tell if they will happen.
"Antonio... Is this how a bishop acts? You are weak... You are far too weak for what's coming."
The voice I had heard so many times during the most intense moments of my life in this world had returned. I had become so weak that I decided to ignore it. At one point, I even said that if it didn't materialize, I wouldn't listen to it. I didn't need a disembodied voice giving me advice.
