There is no one to blame but myself. Who would I ever be angry with? It was my own fault, my own clumsiness that doomed me. My own invention carried out under my own orders. There's a small, sad chuckle, the vaguely skeleton like figure wiping tears from his sockets with his free hand.
It does mean something, thank you. No one even remembers I was alive. It... has been a long decade.
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It does mean something, thank you. No one even remembers I was alive. It... has been a long decade.