[ His arms hurt, but it doesn't hurt as much as his heart does after hearing what Mondo has to say. Terry has always been a selfish sort of person, who usually carried other people to the beat of his own tempo, so he grits his teeth so hard to the point that his jaws hurt. Breathing is still hard, and he ignores the pain in his throat and chest when he takes a deep breath-- ]

Then make your own future! Make your own bright future! Make up a dream! A goal! Anything! You dying won't solve anything! It's not going to bring people back, so live your damn hardest for the people you regret killing then! Live for them! live a good life for them! If that's not enough...

THEN LIVE FOR ME!!