[ If he knew that Seto would have sat with him, he would have sat on the bed next to him instead of the uncomfortable floor. Terry looks up at Seto while pausing the crane making. Also, Seto... that's some real Monkey Paw shit going on. Anyway, his fingers stop moving and he looks back down. They're in a frightening dungeon, but Terry doesn't care. A single tear drops on his hand and a few more. He's crying and he wants to stop, but the tears flow as if the dam that was holding them was demolished instantly. Also I need to forego the nyas here so I guess I'll die on the inside. ]

I... I thought the things I did, sometimes I thought I was right. Sometimes I did terrible things. Sometimes I couldn't control myself, but I didn't want to give up. I wanted to try... and hope that there were other good things in life when I came back after thousands of years. I'm so used to fighting for my life, because so many people wanted me dead and came for me. I had to protect my friend and my adopted daughter because they shouldn't have to suffer because of the choices I made in people wanting me dead. But when I came here, it's been one bad thing after another and I didn't know how to deal with it. I snapped, lost it, and wanted to give up.

[ The finished crane crumples in his hand, but he drops it onto the floor. ]

... I wanted to die. People aren't supposed to live for thousands of years anyway. I wanted everything to end... so I'm not that strong as you make me out to be. Maybe I was stronger in the past, but now I'm just a shell of what I used to be.

I hate it... I hate it so much...