[Girge just gives him a tired look, before walking away.
In the end, his life has become a tool yet again, to be used by everyone else other than him (or rather, he supposes it always was here; he merely feels it all the more keenly now). Hoping for anything more was too much, apparently.
So congratulations, Andersen. If that was what you wanted, you succeeded.]
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In the end, his life has become a tool yet again, to be used by everyone else other than him (or rather, he supposes it always was here; he merely feels it all the more keenly now). Hoping for anything more was too much, apparently.
So congratulations, Andersen. If that was what you wanted, you succeeded.]