[He nods, his gaze keeping to the trail ahead. As much as he's committed to being truthful, the shame and guilt still clings to him, hanging over his head like a funerary veil.]

I should not exist at all. My entire world is gone, and thus my right to be in it, as well. When this is over, no doubt I was fated to just... fade away again.

And should I choose to continue living by the power of my wish, even that feels... exceedingly like a selfish thing to do.