He wants to be dead again - that is his most prevailing feeling - but not out of suffering. He faced his end already, and in that wake of that he doesn't understand how he is supposed to have any purpose that isn't forced upon him. Life feels unnatural and claustrophobic.

"I don't want to do anything," he says quietly, staring at the ground. He doesn't really know why he came to his descendant with this. Desperation, perhaps. "I'm sorry."