[He laughs, once, bitterly, and his head rolls back against the wall. Even now it's cold, and empty, and the air is thick with fear and desperation. And none of it needed to happen at all. That's what you call hubris, he supposes.]
You mean the person I was when I turned off the sun. Forgive me if I don't want to be him anymore.
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[He laughs, once, bitterly, and his head rolls back against the wall. Even now it's cold, and empty, and the air is thick with fear and desperation. And none of it needed to happen at all. That's what you call hubris, he supposes.]
You mean the person I was when I turned off the sun. Forgive me if I don't want to be him anymore.