"Is something wrong?"
The voice startled Gus, and he looked around the room searching for the source.
'Oh, it's that thing,' he though, remembering that there was an AI installed in his room.
"Uh, I guess so, yeah."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"Don't really know where to begin," he sighed. "I've wasted too much time up to this point, time that I could have used to grow stronger, and no matter where I turn it feels like people are paying the price for it. And I can't use the time that I have now to get stronger, because that feels like it's getting less and less as time goes on. It's like the walls are closing in on me, and there's nothing that I can do to stop them. There's no way out, and it seems like death is the only option. Only, it's never my death, only ever the death of the innocent.
In fact, the only positive that I can think of is that I now know a little more about our enemy, and that just makes things feel even worse."