[He tenses, hearing the other speak up. Eyes are still fixated on the scene of the birds.] I... [They're all dead, because of him. Memories start to flood his mind as he grips his head with both his hands. Pain, loss, guilt.]
I can't. It's my fault. It's all my fault they're all gone. [Why couldn't she just open her eyes? Her hand gone cold in his. Why couldn't they all just wake up? Why does he continue to live while others suffer for his continual existence? He shuts his eyes, but still unable to escape, the memories haunting his mind.] Nothings changed.
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I can't. It's my fault. It's all my fault they're all gone. [Why couldn't she just open her eyes? Her hand gone cold in his. Why couldn't they all just wake up? Why does he continue to live while others suffer for his continual existence? He shuts his eyes, but still unable to escape, the memories haunting his mind.] Nothings changed.