Chapter 33: Lebensmüde

"Lebensmüde. It means tired of life. I'm going to get you some food." 

Jasper wanted Emmet. He wanted Emmet. But he had left Emmet behind. He had betrayed Emmet. He didn't deserve Emmet. 

What did Red_Two want? What did Red_Two really want? 

Jasper thought back to when he was Red_Two and thought back to the dead man in front of the library. 

He remembered back the pool of blood, reaching out to him, rolling along the grey floors towards his legs, whipping itself up to try its hardest to wrap itself around his hands. It was a crying, sobbing, pathetic mess. It was pitiful and lonely, trying to find company wherever it could. 

It was lonely and small, begging for any small scrap of love and acceptance and affection. That blood was a small wish. It wanted to not be alone in it's final moments. It wanted to have the comfort that it was human, in a world that treated it less than human. It needed to know that it had lived,