He sat staring at the significant other in the room. Darkness incarcerating them.
"There really was no other choice, was there? The idea set in your mind."
Silence.
"There was nothing you could do. Trapped inside your greed and beliefs. The beliefs I inflicted upon you. My beliefs. My attempt to create the impossible. Perfection. An Ideal I had wished to conceive. But perhaps I am trapped as well. Lost somewhere within my mind and soul. My heart frozen. Nothing left."
No decisions. No options. No change.
If he couldn't solve it with his mind, he was completely useless.
"There was no longer anything I could have done to save it. To save me. To save you. I didn't even notice. The pressure, the thoughts, to have driven you to this state. You. You are not this. You can't be. I won't allow it. And yet, you are. And image so grotesque. To turn against me. To turn against yourself."
There was no greater crime.
"Fate. It's sick isn't it? Its twisted ways of the universe telling you you're wrong. But why punish you also? Was my suffering not enough? If there is a god out there, it must hate me. Allowing me to believe everything was fine for their own sick amusement. Is this really how it's meant to be?!"
Moments passes in utter silence. He looked again at the man across from him.
The man who had failed him.
The man who was no more than a mere copy.
The man who was now long dead.
But in a way, wasn't this perfection?
