1'm 20rry still stays up instead of fading away like any of his other words, flickering and brightly painful for all that they're only two mangled words. He wishes he could have done something. He wishes he could have ended it for them before the Empire got their hands on them all and twisted something good into something broken. He wishes for so much, but it's too late now.

Soon, new words come to form beneath them. 1'm 20rry 1 d1dnt h3lp.