[ it’s so hard to say, and for once, he’s glad he can’t speak. he thinks he would choke on his own guilt if he had to use his voice—and maybe that’s part of the reason why nothing comes out, even when he tries. his burden is too great, and there’s nothing he can do to assuage that as long as he’s here. ]
I tried to become God.
[ he sounds like a megalomaniac. he knows. that’s why it’s so hard—he’s guilty, he’s completely guilty, and the archangel was right. ]
I tried to run away. [ it’s a mixed story, because he’s relying on his feelings. that painful emptiness, that desire—that’s what motivates the movements he’s showing noctis, now. ] The world—
[ his hands falter for a moment, and he takes a deep breath. ]
no subject
I tried to become God.
[ he sounds like a megalomaniac. he knows. that’s why it’s so hard—he’s guilty, he’s completely guilty, and the archangel was right. ]
I tried to run away. [ it’s a mixed story, because he’s relying on his feelings. that painful emptiness, that desire—that’s what motivates the movements he’s showing noctis, now. ] The world—
[ his hands falter for a moment, and he takes a deep breath. ]
—died, because I was selfish.