Chqpter4 Alone Dingodile climbed on a rock and just sat there and thought of all the depressing times. Coco dieing, Crunch dieing, and himself being created.
How is this fair? How is it that my life is so troublesome and terrible? Why couldn't this happen to someone else like Cortex who doesn't have a real life? I believe that I have a real life...and is this what the real world is? People dieing and being born? It seems like a factory of people. They are born into the world, they live their limits, then they break or die. I feel like i just opened my eyes. The world has always been like this too so i feel pretty stupid for not realizing it until just now. What if Tiny dies? Will i feel what Crash is feeling or what Crunch felt? Will i feel the burn of Coco's death? I am useless to this world. What good am I being here? Can i stop it? Can I stop it all from happening? NO! NO! NO!
I cannot do anything! There isn't anything I can do but sit here on this cold damp rock and think about what I cannot do. I might as well just kill myself like everyone else. "NO!" Tiny screamed as he walked and heard the last sentence of Dingodile. "If you leave Tiny...then Tiny will be alone. Tiny no want to be like other people, Tiny want to live free"
Dingodile's eyes widened. You are free, Tiny. We are free!