If healing, changing, and ebecoming a better person won’t lead me back to Siren, then I will reject growth. I will instead steep myself in a cloak woven of hatred, sing, s*****, and spite. If no road leads me to you anymore, I will merely burn your entire kingdom to the ground so you can taste a sliver of my pain. Every inch of my body and soul is wracked with pain and regret. You should have been more forgiving and empathetic. Now that you have pushed me again, I have fallen further than the point where I started climbing. I cannot do it again, if you refuse to catch me, I’m dragging you to the pits of hell with me. I will purposely not medicate myself just to make sure I don’t come to my senses if you keep hiding from me.