That was the feeling that drew my towards making the game (the ending was the first thing I came up with). To have the one thing you wanted, the only thing you could depend on, that tiny speck of hope taken away from you.
I think it's the only way one can truly understand what it feels like to have their favorite piece of art destroyed or for those who worked on it, to have the thing they poured themselves into discarded for a god damn write-off.
Or maybe it's just my sadistic streak shining through, could be either really.