[the broken radio buzzes, inner workings creaking from the sudden drop. the dial seems to move on its own, twitching erratically back and forth, and a voice breaks through the static.]

you want a purpose
i know how you feel

living for the sake of living, killing just to keep doing nothing
it's frustrating, isn't it?
it’s frustrating for me too
but without people like you, i can't keep fighting against her

maybe i'm not a god, but i do need you.

[the radio hums, the sound drowning out, seemingly going dead. But then, a whisper.]

you know, we're a lot alike
i'm tired too
tired of struggling
tired of her stringing us all along
tired of the sheer desperation

i hate it

old timer
if you lend me your strength
i promise.
soon. you can finally rest.