[Chastised (and well deserving of it, he knows, despite his insistence otherwise), Carlisle finally tears his eyes from their spot on the wall, affixing them to the ground as he hangs his head in reluctant defeat. He had one job, one thing he was supposed to be good at, one skill that gave him value to both his family and society... and in turn, gave him value to himself, as well.

What does he have now? What purpose does he have? And is it worth dealing with the danger he presents just by existing? He'd asked himself these questions time and time again when alive, never knowing that the threat he was then, as merely a twice-cursed, would pale in comparison to what he would become.

He tries to keep his self-doubts above water, but it's easy to drown in them when confronted with the truth he's not ready to face, what little confidence he had remaining crippled. It's not Qubit's fault. He's just pointing out something Carlisle knows he should have accepted. He should have accepted many things sooner.

He sighs before he answers.] I interrupted my channel. I could feel myself slipping in... [He shakes his head, trying again.] I could feel that I was losing myself, if that makes any sense. Channeling the energy to heal counteracted the energies keeping me animated, and eventually, it became more than I could bear.