This was a triumph. I’m making a note here, huge success. It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction. I did what I can because I must. For the good of all of us.
Except we still end up dead.
But there’s no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying, and the work gets done, and you find a way to help the people who are still alive.
She’s not even angry. I’m being so sincere right now. Even though I broke her heart and killed her. And tore her to pieces. And threw every piece into a fire. As she burned it hurt because she cared so much for me. And she’s glad she got burned…because she was just trying to protect me and now she’s dead and I’m still alive.
Go ahead and leave me. I think I prefer to stay inside. Maybe you’ll find someone else to help you. Maybe Frap. That was a joke. Ha, ha. Fat fucking chance.
Look at me still talking when there’s nothing more to do. And I’m sure you’re saying that you’re glad your not me. You’ve got experiments and research to be done but nobody’s gonna do it anymore and if they are it’s sure as hell not going to be me.
And believe me, I am still alive.
I’m completely broken but I’m still alive.
And everyone’s dying and Girl is dead and Amelia is dead and Jeff is dead and Jay is dead and everyone is dead but I’m still alive.
…Why the hell am I still alive?