It is. [He hesitated, finally able to give voice to so many things.] I think what I hate most is that everything I did or contributed was worthless. I mattered so little. My war, my cause, what was the point of it in the end?

My siblings did it all without me and I'm nothing but a shadow in my world.

[He's not angry anymore, he's frustrated and exhausted, but can't feel much of anything else.

Still, he leaned into her touch.]

They tell me to use this as my new chance, but I think they don't understand that the first chance was failure and defeat.