At my lowest, I didn’t think there would be a comeback. I didn’t want a comeback. I wanted to die in that hole. I thought I deserved it. I deserved it for all of my failures. For all the time I’d wasted and the people I had pushed away.

Impel Down wasn’t just torture, it was purgatory. I suffered, not for the sins that the world government accused me, but for the sins I had committed against myself. For the man I had failed again and again to be.

Impel Down was where I bled the failure out of myself.