[That's a loaded statement, and Break is silent in the face of it for several moments. It's a desperation he's known intimately several times over. He cared enough to hurl himself straight into hell for the ending he wanted, once, and didn't get it. Then he signed on to his own ending without realizing he'd care about completely different things by the time he actually arrived there, and most of the few acceptable parts of it that were left were torn from his hands, too. About the only thing he can still say with any pride is that he did what only he was able to do back then, and while that certainly isn't anything small in the midst of the larger story, most days it's overshadowed by the bloody shrapnel he flung into his dearest people on his way out.

It takes a concentrated effort not to fall into his usual funk about that. Instead:]

That other me…I wonder if Trench conjured the notion of him up to entertain itself, or if that dream was a brief connection to a reality that truly exists. And, if it's the latter, I wonder what his ending will be.

[The notion of other versions of himself out there doesn't bother him much. He doesn't really want to meet any of them, mind, but the idea of their existence doesn't trouble him.]

I have an unpleasant hunch that he may not last much longer than I did.