Soul Theory

I, don’t… want to die Caidence-
(sighs. Looks up at Ezmeralda)
Even with everything I can do...
(looks back down at the water)
I don’t care! I still want to live, to feel everything there is to feel.
Is life really worth it?
(Looks at Caidence bewildered) How can you say that? Of course life is worth it! Doesn’t Siren complete you... I know you love him.
I do love him, with all my heart… but, if the only way I can offer him peace is to die-
(Forms a tear out of anger) You idiot! Siren knew your risk. He could of turned around anytime he wanted to. He chose to follow his path! You merely kept him alive along the way.
Either way we can’t stop it, no matter what we want. In the end we’re always going to be simple plants, created only to wither and die. Just our existence proves nothing last forever…
The universe is always changing. Stars die, planets crumble, but they are reborn into new stars and planets. Life and death are an endless cycle, so why- why should we be any different. If we truly are Destruction and Creation embodied, shouldn’t we live forever as well.
You know it can never be that simple. We aren’t Destruction and Creation. We’re works of foolish people. Foolish people who tried to personify the cycles of the universe. We’re nothing more than a failed project with no purpose. Does it really matter if we die? Can, you tell me if we’re even alive to begin with?
I can’t, but I can tell you I don’t want to die. I don’t want to cease to exist and lose all the memories I’ve gained. I want to continue to love… to laugh, cry, fear, and- and everything else!
That’s just it. What we want doesn’t matter. We aren’t real people nor entitled to their emotions. Just the few memories we’ve gained are more than we deserve. Our purpose is to kill them... to create something better from their remains. Doesn’t death seems like a fitting reward for that?
Our purpose doesn’t matter! Just because we can doesn’t mean we have to. So far we’ve only done good. Shouldn’t there be some kind of reward for that? Shouldn’t we get something for being... righteous? Anything?
Like our bodies our fates were manufactured. We have. no. choice.