I understand your pain, Maria...
I know what it's like to be lonely, to feel abandoned by those who were supposed to stand by your side.
To be forced to fight your own kind, to become something unnatural in their eyes...
Because I have lived it myself.
But in my case, I had no choice—I had to kill them.
Do you know what it feels like to stand alone, truly alone, with no one left to turn to? To be the only one of your kind who remains? It is not just loneliness—it is an emptiness so deep, so consuming, that it swallows everything. It is the most heartbreaking, most devastating feeling in existence.
That's why I want Maria to understand what she still has. To see what remains before she throws it all away. Even if her own kind rejects her, she is not truly alone. She still has something, someone—if only she would open her eyes and see.
I want to keep her from becoming like me.
Because as painful as it is to be abandoned, it is far worse to be the only one left.
The abandoned can be found again. Those who leave you might one day return. They might realize their mistake, might come back seeking reconciliation, might offer something—anything—to mend what was broken.
But the dead never return.
And the weight of that truth is something no one should have to bear.