So heavy in your arms?
I see it, but moreover, I hear it with the pounding of the mounted fists pitot on the wall. He can't move so he sits there watching you live your life, a constant reminder that he's bound. Then he thinks, I can live a life too, just not in this level of dimensionality. So he made his own and the machine was broken, it overworked and undershot, there was no start by the end was forever. This killed him.
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