There's nothing left. The cake is a lie, your LIFE has been nothing but a parlor trick, poorly carried out by an equally poorly-skilled aspiring magician.
Just stop coming back. Just let go.
>Bernard: Reload for the fifty-ninth time
You've stopped responding. So you know just how fucked you are.
What, you can carry over from saves? WHAT THE FUCK.
It's gonna be like this forever, isn't it? Stuck in an eternal temporal loop, fated to do nothing but die over and over again, cut to pieces among fellow husks, by enemies you should've judged carefully before you'd rushed in.
>Bernard: Reload for the seventy-first time
Just stop.... Shut up! YOU NEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!
That's good. Start early, accept your fate with dignity. It'll be a silent eternity, why not start now.
Think about everyone that's been lost. You didn't do anything for any of them. You didn't even avenge your own parents; you know damn well that was Cirona, and she was just avenging her.... well, whatever she had that could pass for friends.
Check inside yourself; maybe there're more voices. Maybe this is all a lie, and the only things you've truly known have already been with you, and the existence you think you know is a fabrication.
>Bernard: Reload for the eighty-sixth time
They were new. They were literally born that year. Why did you expect them to be able to keep up their word?
I shouldn't have. They were idiots with no clue what to do. I should've done it myself.
So you passed her up for a friend you only knew for a month?
Yeah, that too. I should've been willing to let Rethiel die.
And at the end of all things, there is only yourself. But you... there is no self. The self has been fractured, broken, defective.
It's going to be a long eternity.