[The implication makes him pause. Still, so what? Another will step into the role—or they won't, and things will continue as they are, over and over again. People filtering in and out, returned to their worlds or deleted, it's all the same.
But there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, just for a moment. He shakes his head to dismiss it, wisps of darkness moving in lieu of strands of hair.]
Pyrrhic. Pointless. What difference will it make? Nothing I do will ever stop the suffering...
[His head falls into his hands. The feeling that he'll never make it out of here feels insurmountable. After coming so close to the end of it all, another set of gods has picked him to become their plaything.]
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But there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, just for a moment. He shakes his head to dismiss it, wisps of darkness moving in lieu of strands of hair.]
Pyrrhic. Pointless. What difference will it make? Nothing I do will ever stop the suffering...
[His head falls into his hands. The feeling that he'll never make it out of here feels insurmountable. After coming so close to the end of it all, another set of gods has picked him to become their plaything.]
I'm so tired...