[ What a truly cruel comfort as he walks into his demise. Is it this world he wasn't made for? Or was he called here to show him that there is nothing for him in the world he was actually born into? That these are the people who could understand him, that he would forever have been hungering in that life he was destined for? No matter how much love his family would pour into him, forever empty...

His chest hurts, figuratively and quite literally. But who cares if his wounds open? There is a final danse macabre to dance and the spotlights are all his. ]

How could I disappoint? I will push open the gates to the netherworld with my own hands - the fall will be much less lonely with such an audience.