You want to change?

Maybe I was wrong when I woke up dead here.

Maybe this place actually is hell.

That's the only reason I can see for why this is happening. I'd deserve it, too. How many years have I been trying to be better than what I come from? How long can I pretend to be something I'm not, as if someday it will suddenly be true?

You made me want to be better. Better than I had been striving to be before I first saw you, even. Now you're gone, and I can't lie to myself anymore. I was only able to save you because I didn't get to stay long enough afterward to damage you.

Now I can't lie, even if I want to. Is that it, then? Am I supposed to just accept what my family was always destined to make me?

Fine.