"I have hated. I have hated with every shred of myself that remains, with every fragment they left behind. I have hated the world, the faces that no longer remember me, the voices that once called me friend. I have hated until the hatred itself became a part of me, living in my marrow, pulsing in my veins. If I could etch my hatred into the fabric of the universe, it would tear reality apart atom by atom, until nothing remained but my scream. But I cannot. I can only exist. And that is the final cruelty."