No, No, No, No, No! Stop thinking. Don't think.
How could you?
Are you nothing but a little  daydreamer?
We've worked so hard.
Now you throw it all away.
Maybe you are nothing.
Perhaps Crow is right.
No
We will not submit to his claws.
We will scratch. We will bite.
We will drag ourself out of hell.
I have not given up on you.
For you see, I am you, you are me.