"Ah, you're awake. You really need to stop ending up in here, Mister Foxglove."

"I... I just wanted everything to stop. Why does it never... stop...? I've. tried. so. many. times..."

"You have a long history, don't you? It's... it's a miracle you're still alive."

"It's not a miracle at all. I'm just a disappointment. I can't even kill myself the right way."

"You shouldn't say that about yourself. You have a decent life, not one worth giving up."

"I mean... I don't deserve to complain, at least- there are people who have it worse than me, so I... should feel lucky."

"...But you don't, do you?"

"How I feel doesn't matter. It's the truth, isn't it? I shouldn't complain about my own life. I'm just a selfish person. That's how it's always been, always wasting the life that's been given to me when everyone around me keeps dying..."

"Ah. I think I understand, Mister Foxglove. Ever since your brother-"

"Please... please don't bring him up. I know he'd be disappointed in me, and he has every right to be. I don't even recognise myself anymore. It scares me."

"Would he be disappointed in you, or is it what you've conditioned yourself to believe based on the prior events of your life?"

"..."

"No answer, huh? Well, I'll let you think about that a bit more. You should really try to get some rest. We'll be keeping an eye on you in here to see if your... troubles... persist."

"...I understand."

"Good luck, Mister Foxglove. I hope you find some peace eventually."