Lorelei and the Laser Eyes

[spoilers] Having dealt with the contemporary art world, I could very much feel the appeal of Renzo to Lorelei, with his bigger-than-life projects, his sentiments-driven view of reality, his constant hinting at something beyond the daily affairs of the world. But then the collaboration goes sour, culminating with a horrific breakdown from Renzo—and it's hard not to blame yourself for it, when you wanted so hard to believe in the whole thing (so hard, indeed, that you politely ignored the many red flags from the cutscene flashbacks). Feeling this guilt, along with the realization that there never was any magic in this bleak affair, that I was a fool for expecting entertainment from a sick and dangerous man, was altogether crushing.