callisto :)

The idea of this being an ending. A bad ending. You could have won, you could have escaped, you could have gotten out of here. But you didn't, you lost. You put on the collar and lost the ability to say no. You stared into my eyes a little too long and lost the last of your INT. You froze at the wrong moment and lost the most important fight. And now destiny is broken and you can't save anyone anymore, so you're just going to be my toy forever and ever now, okay?

The Narrative, however, is done with you. As far as the reader is concerned, your story is already finished. On some metanarrative level, you've never been alone quite like this before— the story, the audience, has followed your every move up until now, has found your story interesting. Now, however, it is leaving you to your fate, assured that you have reached a steady state from which there can be and will be no escape. You no longer make for an interesting or worthwhile story, because the path of your future stretches off in a straight line with no branches.