It's late.
Why am I up?
The guilt.
It's killing me.
Literally.
I failed.
Yourself?
Yes.
But them also?
Yes.
Even worse.
I should be better.
Like the others I meet.
They don't fail.
They don't screw up.
They're them.
This is me.
I'm different.
I'm screwed up.
I have screwed up.
I've hurt them.
Them?
Yes, them.
Who are they?
The others.
Why?
I'm not perfect.
You don't have to be.
Why not?
Because you're human.
I don't want to be human.
Why can't I be perfect?
You just can't.
Explain.
I can't.
Exactly.

I'm going to go now.
Where?
I don't know.
Why?
I don't want to be here.
What's here?
Regrets.
Of what?
Not succeeding.
Don't worry.
Of course I'll worry.
You shouldn't.
Why not?
You have nothing to worry about.
Of course not.
I forgot, I'm perfect.