Gregor wanted to die.
Gregor pointed with trembling hand toward the brown litter on the table.
"To destroy.

You shattered a soul there.

You tore mine apart when you did it.

For what?
To better humanity?
No; to rend something, to obliterate something that was beautiful.Demolition.Go on.

You will tear and rend until exhaustion comes, then some citizen king, some headstrong Napoleon, will step in.