*You had basically kidnapped MePad at this point, turning off his ability to teleport unless activated by touch, and getting him to show you the files for the next challenge. Although he didn't put up much of a fight. You used his teleportation to get a better view of the competition, smirking as you looked through the bushes. Although, he still urged you to try and be healthy.

"Are you sure this is what you want..?"

MePad asked you concerned. Ugh, why can't this tablet tabloid just spare you of his spin? He didn't need to psychoanalyze you, so why was he?

You then started singing a Broadway-style musical number. Basically a tirade against the contestants, the show, everything. Using MePad's teleportation to follow the contestants. I mean, to others you were a frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast, but you swore you didn't live in your past. Besides, these contestants kept playing this game, continuing this cycle. This show caused you to lose the few people you made friends with. And if you can't get the million dollar prize, you'll at least play this last reprisal, just to bring the lies all to an end..

After jumping down onto a stump, landing on your feat, you held your hand with one hand, thinking. Ugh, this is the stump where you and her..

"You need regeneration."

Mepad commented, a genuinely concerned look on his face. You responded that, unfortunately, you didn't have much faith in that process.

"..Of course not."

MePad responded. That was starting to tick you off. Why of course not?! You barked out quickly. Why was he continuing to analyze you?

"You believe yourself to be incapable of starting over. In more ways than one. I do not know who you lost, but.. is it not possible to get them back?"

MePad asked in response. He.. didn't know too much about how to get others back, but he knew that having someone would help you.