[It's almost liberating to be absolved of any future failures; however, that does little to stay Sandalphon's tirade.]

I know exactly what my value is. I'm useless scrap . . .

[A good-for-nothing stopgap, full of selfish treachery. Even now—]

It would have been fine if it were just me. Why prolong this wretched existence? But you . . . you're here now, so what am I supposed to do!