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...