(Not my fault? A lie. That's a lie. Always our fault, my fault, can only ever blame ourselves—)

And yet... if not all humans are like that, then that does, in fact, mean that I've always been wrong. That I've been living a lie.

After all, that goes against what I've believed all my life.

[Images of his skills flash through, along with words (how many humans like him have I killed?), before it ends with—]

(Was I wrong about everything?)