“That’s the flaw, and the greatest sin of humanity,” the girl said. “You are
born with none of your intelligence, but all of your heart, fully capable of
feeling pain, and torment, but with no power to understand. It opens you up to
abuse, to neglect, to unimaginable pain. All you can do is feel.” She studied
her hands again. “All you can do is feel, but never understand. What a sick
power it is that you are given.”
“Time changes all things,” he went on, clicking the disc off again. “As
does pain. When I called myself Springtrap I was ecstatic with power,
delirious over my newfound strength. But pain changes all things, as does
time.”
Margie nodded. For once, her eyes were dry. What she was feeling was
too much for ordinary tears. What she was feeling called for a screaming fit
or a total mental breakdown. Since now wasn’t the time for either of those,
she had no response to offer. She was a human void. She wanted to fold into
herself and fall into that void. She wanted to let it suck her from this room,
from this reality. But she knew she couldn’t escape so easily.
So Margie forced her legs to work, and she crossed to Jake’s bed. His
body looked so small and fragile. She leaned over him and pressed her lips
to his forehead. “I love you, Jake. I love you so much.”
