Alone; lonely.
My brother gone; god knows where he is. And they make me work, so, so, so hard. Hack, fight, hospital for two or three days. I've never fully recovered - my joints stiff, lungs small, ribs aching, burning. I was tortured half to death when I was stuck in Game Over. As soon as I was fit, work work work. Never mind emotion. Never mind humanity.
Dead, dead; dead. Brain-dead, emotion-dead, I am a brick wall. They want my brain, but not my humanity.
Robot worker for the OSS; emotion-dead, body-burning, persevere.
Working alone.