[ i needed another icon i could swap with my limited supply of depression icons!!

anyway, he rolls over just enough to glance at jiaoqiu over his shoulder ]

I have nothing left to me. Not my strength, not my body, not my family, not my timeline...and then, because of that...whatever they did to me, not even my own thoughts.

What else is even left, after that? All I could do was fight. Keep my grasp on what little remained.

Now I can't even do that. [ curls back up into his depression ball ] It would've been better to let me die and stay dead than to bring me here.