[Whether he's one of the few or one of the first, this is the kind of situation where being special feels way more bad than good.]

Hopefully you're right.

[Joshua's pensive gaze lands on the book between them.]

[Then, he closes his eyes, as if resigned. After taking a breath, he opens them, not quite renewed, but with some semblance of purpose.]

[If this is to be his lot, then he'll make the best of it. Like he always has.]

In the interim, I will chronicle what I can. If the information does not exist already, it would be remiss not to try to provide it for anyone's future must needs.