Right, because everything else I've ever done can be fixed! Problems I could have solved if I had half a mind to!
[His eyes are ablaze as he turns from Qubit, vapors of energy rising from his sockets like searing steam. The bones in the room twitch and tremble, a similar light building in their eyes. He buries his face in his hands, internally fighting himself despite his outward rage. His ire continues to manifest as words as they pour out of him, his tone somewhere between melancholy and vehemence.]
I was born into a line I could not possibly live up to. And I didn't! I absolutely didn't. I can fix that. I was cursed, and I was told that I would be the downfall of everyone around me. And I was! I suppose I can fix that too, can't I? I did everything I possibly could to make amends for just- for just existing, and it didn't matter! Nothing I did mattered! Everyone in Bear Den is gone! Can I fix that, Mister Qubit? Can I just fix what happened there? Or here? Can I fix anything? Anything at all? Maybe I should just be the monster everyone always expected me to be!
[The children around them animate the longer Carlisle talks, his energy pouring into them; directly below him is a patch of rot, one relatively contained despite his diatribe. The colorful blocks at his feet crack as the wood decays, the paint peeling off the letters. He turns to face Qubit once more, his eyes still full of fire and fury—]
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[His eyes are ablaze as he turns from Qubit, vapors of energy rising from his sockets like searing steam. The bones in the room twitch and tremble, a similar light building in their eyes. He buries his face in his hands, internally fighting himself despite his outward rage. His ire continues to manifest as words as they pour out of him, his tone somewhere between melancholy and vehemence.]
I was born into a line I could not possibly live up to. And I didn't! I absolutely didn't. I can fix that. I was cursed, and I was told that I would be the downfall of everyone around me. And I was! I suppose I can fix that too, can't I? I did everything I possibly could to make amends for just- for just existing, and it didn't matter! Nothing I did mattered! Everyone in Bear Den is gone! Can I fix that, Mister Qubit? Can I just fix what happened there? Or here? Can I fix anything? Anything at all? Maybe I should just be the monster everyone always expected me to be!
[The children around them animate the longer Carlisle talks, his energy pouring into them; directly below him is a patch of rot, one relatively contained despite his diatribe. The colorful blocks at his feet crack as the wood decays, the paint peeling off the letters. He turns to face Qubit once more, his eyes still full of fire and fury—]