[If Theo could tighten any further into his corner, he would. He lets out a mirthless, singular laugh at that comment, if only because of how cliched that sounded. Cliched, but correct.]

They could have just-- not. They could have left me. Just fixed what I did. They have the power to do all this, then they have the power to do that too. Why bring me in to this a-at all. This isn't living, this is--

[His breath hitches, and he shakes his head.]

Unlife. A walking corpse. I guess that's poetic justice.