Well, it’s all come down to this. It’s my own damn fault, and I know it. I got myself into this sticky situation, and I thought I could play it by ear, but I couldn’t. Here I am, in the depths of this dark canal, and I can’t turn back. It’s no use asking how I got here because it won’t change a damn thing. Once I’m in, I’m in. And whatever damage I do to the eardrums once I’m in there just isn’t up to me.
It’s all part of the job, I guess. You come into this world, one little guy in a box of five hundred and wait for your time to come. It might be days or weeks or, hell, even months before you’re chosen for a mission like mine. And when you are, you better not screw up. It’s too much pressure. Far too much pressure. Applying so much pressure has got me way too far into this cavern of darkness, and I’ll just have to accept that I’m definitely doing way more harm than good.
