Kro sighed, stopped playing, and stood up. His mind was torn, and his heart confused. The assorted thoughts and memories faded and shouted, whispered and attacked. He shook his head.
"And everything goes dark...
**censor**, what's even the point? All I do, all I wish for, it is always out of reach. I can't even help the ones close, let alone the ones further. Impact is all but non existent, all that we do, it has happened, is happening, and will happen again. Its... Its hard to fight when you see this. Its hard to break from the thoughts that cloud ones mind, and its hard to have the determination to continue. Its not hard to survive, its hard to see a reason to survive. And still, everyone lives oblivious, acting as though what they do is actually influential. We all die... But then what? Replay it all!? This world, and all those within it... Dammit... "