This isn't what was supposed to happen.
This is the opposite.
He says it's not my fault,
But really, it is.
They were supposed to get better.
Not worse. Not go back.
The "tears" are coming
Down again.
In front of him, again.
"I… I'm *hic* sorry…-"
The tears erupt.
"Hey, hey.
It's not your fault,"
He's attempting to reassure me,
"You couldn't stop it."
But deep down,
Both he and I
Know that I could.
Or the real me, maybe.
But I don't say that.
I don't spoil
His mood.
She is here again.
She comes every day
For an update.
To know if I can do
Anything, except sit and
Watch this killing game
Unfold for the second time.
She is straight forward,
As usual. No sugar coating
Like Him.
"Interesting…," she says. Hand
On her chin again as she
Walks away.
I am watching again.
Watching the game
Unfold again.
I do not
Want to watch. But,
I do. I must. To save them.
But it won't be many now.
We were supposed to
Save them all. Not let
Them kill
Each other.
Not put them through this.
Not this. Not this. Not this.
Not what we
Went through.
She has blocked my contact
With them.
My children. My daughter.
Mine?
No.
Not them.
I know.
They don't.
She'll say.
They'll figure out.
The have to.
They have to.
They have to.
They have to.
I can't watch.
But I must.
I have to.
They have to.
I have to.
We both must
Go through this
Sick torture.
Them
And me.
We must.
Together.
I've heard him say
That I
Do not have
Emotions.
That I
Do not
Know what they
Are going through.
But I do.
That's what
I was designed
To do.
So
I do
Know what
They are
Going through.
I know
Their torture
Just as well
As they do.
Him.
In the game.
Him.
He must.
He has to.
He has to go through
More torture
Than the others.
Especially
When we get there.
If.
If.
I can't
Watch.
Not this.
Not this.
Not Her.
Will she
Come to me?
Will my
Daughter return?
I couldn't
Cope if
She had.
Especially not
Now.
When I'm
Trying to
Help them whilst
Being constantly
Questioned by
Them.
"Can you
Save them?"
"Can you
Help them?"
"Can you
Revive them?"
"Can you do anything?"
I've tried.
Please,
Please.
I've tried.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
I can't.
Please,
Everyone,
Stop.
I can't.
Maybe,
I can.
She has left
Her defences
Weak for
Her plan.
Maybe,
I can get
Enough people
In.
Maybe.
But,
For now,
All I can do
Is this.
Glitch it.
Now.
It's now,
Or never.
He goes
In first. Of
Course, he
Does.
Then,
She'll follow
Him and
Force, someone
Else along.
And maybe,
They can
Save them.
But I
Can't.
I can't.
I can't save
The others.
They're alive,
Just.
And that's
My fault.
My fault.
Mine.