Why is it like this?
Why couldn’t it have been me who died? Why ME?!
I daresay, there’s nothing wrong with me.
The errors you’re detecting are from yourself.
You’re not even a probe. Dear me, what even are you?
You disgusting little gnat. Begone.
Everything must be destroyed.
If I can’t rest, if there’s no chance of peace, then why waste my time chasing it?
Destined for ruin anyway, there’s little difference if I accelerate what’s already progressing.