[There is something he wants to do here. It's an instinct in his body and he reaches for her hand and squeezes her fingers. It's so warm.

It's nice.]

...When I tried to end my world, I was just doing it because it was business. It feels strange to have people celebrating it not ending. It's like I failed. And succeeded.

And I...regret.

...I just regret.

[He likes it. He wants more. His hands squeeze hers one last time before looking at her.]

Can we see more of the celebration? And look at the fireworks? They remind me of when the stars were born.