In this bloodless land...
Under this bleeding sky...
I chose to pursue ultimate power.
And to do that, I severed all of my connections.
All...but one.
I still live.
I still know who I am.
What I have done.
And what I have fallen into.
Because of that, I hate myself.
Fully.
Fiercely.
It should be punishment.
But it only feels like surrender.
A strangely triumphant surrender.
I am accepting my fate...my destiny.
I cannot escape this, and I would not.
The chains of those that I have killed—their fears, their sorrows, their desires—keep me here in this lifeless world.
And I will drag them with me forever...as they drag me down to a false oblivion.
Who, exactly, were my reapings?
They were not "acquaintances"...the term doesn't do them justice.
They were not "friends"...the term lacks a dimension of meaning.
And they were not "enemies"...for there are no sides in the end.
I cannot name what they are to me.
It is something so infinitely precious and rare that it has no name.
Because they trusted me even as they knew I had betrayed and would betray each and every one of them.
They placed their trust...in a traitor...
Felix.
Isaac.
Jenna.
Garet.
Mia.
Rest...
Rest knowing that you will no longer have to fight.
Rest knowing that you will never remember anything.
That sweet nothingness...and my endless pain...are all that I can give you now.
I am...sorry.
And yet...that means nothing in the end...
