“So- that’s it. The truth about the apocalypse. We wanted to save the world. We made the choice that nobody wants to make- the world over the people in it. Sin in the name of science. And we screwed up.” The image pants, wretches, struggles for air.
“We- paid for it. Probably not enough, but- I think I'm the only one left alive. Got off easy.” Blood bubbles between lips already turning frosty blue. “Soon- not even me left.”
He spits, thick and red.
“Death’s not enough. I want to fix it.”
His eyes burn.
“That’s why I made you.”