I hate this island.

[He rubs his forehead.]

I don't know, I don't know what I want anymore. Nothing. Something...I just don't know.

Honestly...I gave up before I came here. I was days away from my end. I accepted that even.

[He can't even deny it, it's flat out true. He intended on dying, he pushed everything down and ignored it.]

I was beginning to feel happy with him...I feel guilty about that too. It isn't like it's been ages since everyone died.

Ugh, I'm a mess, rambling on about nothing.