That’s the problem with advancing. You completely lose sight of what made you human in the first place. You’re looking to make a paradise, but you’ve made hell on earth. You’re alone. Your outsides are finally just as ugly as your insides.
And then you die. You wasted time.
> I do. Not all of it, but. Most. [ Incomplete, but just enough to know. The white hot rage of knowing who did it not shown on her face, lips consistently thinned. ]