[It is a heartfelt offer of friendship from someone who wants to understand them - and in some ways comes closer to understanding them than others. And so they let out a heavy breath as they face the consequences of their actions.]

Siffrin.

[Their voice is... raw. But they try to keep it even. Tar drips from their eyes.]

My role - the reason behind my resurrection - is to use my voice. To guide my partner - not the child whose body I lived in - my real partner - the entity that I guide, to absolute power.

Siffrin. There is no world to return to. Because I finally understood the reason it existed in the first place.

The barrier could never be broken. Any happy ending forged could never be permanent. Time would just go back, cycling between happy endings and total extinction, and neither I nor the child had any say in it. [They hadn't quite admitted that to themselves, but they know that it was true.

Was it MERCY? Cruelty? Hatred? Part of a larger plan? They can't even say themselves anymore, if they ever even knew. But it remains the horrible truth.

Drip. Drip. Their eyes are pitch black. The knife hums with energy. Sharp enough to tear a hole through reality.]