Well, now its Verso's turn... He exists in something that i would call a fragmented condition, between what is real and what should never have existed, he does not feel like a complete human being, but neither is he a simple creation on the canvas, he is the essence of a Verso that is no longer there, carrying memories that do not fully belong to him, and feeling a grief that he cannot resolve.
As far as we could see, for him the life inside the canvas does not have the same value as the "original" life. Not cuz its inhabitants do not breathe, feel or suffer, but cuz they are born from a brush, from an impulse or denial, a place where existence can be repeated, corrected, erased or remade without limit, life loses that fragility that makes it meaningful, this is where a question that i have questioned myself for years arises again:
What value is life if you can create and destroy it at will?
Verso understood that when life can be painted infinitely, death stops hurting, and when that happens there is no change and nothing transforms.
The Dessendre family lost reality by clinging to an artificial miracle, a world that allowed them to avoid grief while their real life was extinguished. And Verso, who only existed thanks to that evasion, sees the canvas as a symbolic root of the breakup of his family, a world that only exists cuz his family could not let go of the loss of their son, they preferred to create copies, illusions and lives that could be corrected instead of facing the irreparable.
From that perspective, destroying the canvas is not an act of hate, but rather liberation, it's not genocide in his mind, it's correction.
For him, saving the family means eliminating the world that was born of pain and perpetuated its ruin.
His identity is in a paradox, he is not the original verse, but he carries the love that he had for his sister, his sacrifice, with his desperation to save others, and from that distorted love, he thinks that erasing the canvas is the last act that the true verse would have been willing to do if he had had the power to prevent his family from being destroyed.
In the end i suppose that Verso represents an uncomfortable truth, life makes sense when its end is real, that grief only heals when loss is accepted and that in a world without limits, without death, without consequences it does not offer hope, only stagnation.
Sometimes destroying an illusion is the only way to recover what is left of reality....
