I’d bet everything I owned and the lives of my closest loved ones that if we swapped maladies, my horribly crippling mental illnesses for your broken body, you would be the first one to beg to switch back Siren. I could absolutely manage your pain better than you could manage my madness. I’d welcome the very worst of your physical pain in a heartbeat if it meant freedom from this hellish fog im trapped in for even 30 minutes. I was never this sick before… Ya know, I dont feel bad in the slightest for blaming you for everything thats wrong in my life, you’re clearly no better a judge of who’s to blame.