I made someone trust me. Before here. I thought that if I could push her hard enough, she would realize she was being used. She didn't. She killed me instead, for manipulating her, for... twisting her.

I do. I do deserve to be dead.

And what good is there to look forward to? Something - it broke my mind. That's not something that heals. It's not something that you can put back together. Maybe I'll never stop being unstable.

[ Zane feels as though he's at a dead end. Choking with it, with the cul-de-sac closing in on all sides. ]