[ ...It's funny. The way he speaks, it's almost as if he could understand the anguish that she herself went through. Perhaps he experienced the same thing. When left with crippling, soul-crushing hopelessness, when even attempting to end that by the most extreme means thinkable and failing, there is truly so little left to believe in. To keep one moving forward.

She could be wrong, but it seems as if he was grappling with something very similar. When all paths leading forward are completely severed, how do you continue? How do you find the strength to place one foot in front of the other, when all you want to do is give up? ]

If there truly is no path forward—

[ Looking up then, she doesn't quite bring herself to smile. Canting her head slightly, she leans forward in an attempt to get his attention. Please listen to what she has to say. ]

Then you have to make a new one, by any means necessary. You find something else to give you hope, and to help you take that first step.