“You can’t have a rainbow without the rain.”
"Ziggy, what a wonderful way to look at the world. I envy that about you. The fact that you can look at suffering and believe something beautiful is waiting at the end of it.
You’ve made quite the life for yourself, haven’t you? Telling people that where they came from doesn’t have to determine where they end up. And I suppose you’re right.
You know, Ziggy, I used to think losing everything was the worst thing that could happen to someone.
But it isn’t. The worst part comes afterward, when you realize the world hasn’t stopped. People still laugh. Children still play. The sun still rises over the streets where your entire life fell apart.
and you’re expected to carry on.?
I tried. Good heavens, I tried. And then I was claimed.
Not rescued. Not found. Claimed.
Reaver's possession
There’s a difference. Being found means somebody was looking for you. Being claimed means somebody decided you belonged to them.
Now I wander through OSW, where nobody knows my name. I hear laughter behind doors. I see people celebrating, making friends, finding reasons to keep going.
I wonder what it feels like to belong somewhere.
I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore, Ziggy. I wanted my shop back. Then I wanted the people back. Eventually, I just wanted somebody to remember I existed before all this.
Now I want somebody else to understand.
Ziggy that’s where you come in.
Because I look at you, with your speeches and beautiful promises, and see a man who still believes suffering owes him something. Even with that heart turned black, you’re still talking about rainbows.
I wonder how long you’ll believe that when you’re standing where I stood. When you reach for something you’ve loved your entire life and find nothing there.
It’s an awful thing to wish upon someone. I know.
But loneliness does strange things to a man. Eventually, you stop wanting somebody to save you. You start wanting somebody beside you in the darkness, even if you have to drag them there yourself.
That’s what frightens me, Ziggy. I'm frightened who and what I’ve become after Ring King.
A man who once made sweets for children, now wandering the earth, hoping to make somebody as miserable as himself.
The saddest part? I don’t even hate you.
Under different circumstances, we might have been friends.
Perhaps that’s why I’ve chosen you.
You can’t have a rainbow without the rain.
Well, Ziggy, I’ve had more than my share. I’ve waited years for the clouds to part, for somebody to remember me, for somebody to say I was worth coming back for.
Nobody did.
So perhaps there’s no rainbow waiting for me.
Perhaps all I have left to give this world is the rain and I am so terribly sorry, Ziggy.
Because I think I’m going to give all of it to you."