You cling to your pathetic life. And for what reason? Those closest to you betray you. And those you claim to protect don’t even know your name.
I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.