[ This is a dream; he finally can speak honestly about some things. Venom and bile rise up in the back of his throat. ]

Those little pieces aren't enough.

[ He throws his arms out to gesture toward the beauty above him. ]

Do you hear me? They're not enough! [ Pausing, he realizes that he's screaming at an entity that is not even around. The one that he wishes to release his ire upon isn't capable of understanding him; at least, he doesn't believe She is. ]

They aren't enough to make a world worthy of existing.