✂ we kill ourselves, go crazy trying to beat each other, and all the time the old bastards are watching us, studying us, discovering our weak points, deciding whether we’re good enough or not. well, good enough for what? i was six years old when they brought me here. what the hell did I know? they decided I was right for the program, but nobody ever asked me if the program was right for me
✂ so why don’t you go home?
✂ because I can’t give up the game. because I love this.