Nothing cures this sense of separateness. Standing, left with nothing but the severed end of the chain. Part of you keeps wondering how to get back to everything. But you don't need to get back to everything.
I'm going to wear you down, cuck, I'm going to break you, I'm going to make you beg for mercy, and then I'm going to deny it to you, because that's what you deserve, that's what you want, and I'm the one who gets to give it to you.
