Ticking Sounds (after battle)
<Are you okay, Heathcliff?>
…….
... How are you feeling?
Like shite.
And miserable.
These bodies... your wounds... I did that, didn't I?
Heathcliff muttered, looking around at the mutilated, mauled corpses of the researchers.
Strange.
I thought... if I went wild, smashed everything to pieces...
... the weight in my heart would be lifted.
But no. Not this time. Not at all. This... this feels awful.
How am I any different from that prick, Hindley?
Full of blind hatred against everything in front of me, desiring nothin' but destruction...
But the worst thing is... that I wanted to be like that forever.
Because...
I couldn't bear to simply sit there and do nothing.
<No. You're not like him.>
<Because you came back.>
…….
This time, sure. But what if it happens again? Who's to say that there won't be a next time?
Maybe Hindley, that prick, was right.
I'm unsalvageable. Did I change? No. I deluded myself into believing that I did, like the dullard I am.
This is what I do, what I am. A destroyer who brings ruin to everything until there isn't anything left to pulverise.
<…….>
<If it happens again... I can't guarantee that I'll succeed, but I will try again.>
Hah...
Oi, Clockhead.
You wouldn't know this, but... Well, everyone but you would know.
When I'm starting to lose my mind, when I'm completely blinded and deafened...
When I feel my sense of self, my very being, slowly fading away into the dark...
... I hear that faint noise.
That damned noise of a clock.
It opens my eyes. Drags me back to reality.
<Well, that's...>
<Because I'm your manager. Bringing you back to your paths is what I do.>
Things became a lot clearer when I said that out loud.
The sound of my clock awakens them, steers them back to their paths.
I don't really know what their 'paths' really are, or how we'd go about following them, but...
... we're forging on anyway.
Like feeling our way through a dark maze, learning its shape with every step we take.