Eridan closed his eyes, and curled up in a ball.
He wished as hard as he could, his fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt and his sharp fingernails ripping though the cloth, digging painfully into his skin.
When had everything gone so wrong?
Everything that`d happened was a blur to him, but when he`d woken up covered in blood, he`d absconded the hell out of there.
But now he realizes that no one is left.
They`re all dead, and he`s... alone.
So the Prince continues to wish with all of his might.
He wishes he could reverse whatever had been done.
He wishes he could die along with them, maybe.
He could`ve dealt with any punishment that whatever cruel god watching over him had given to him.
But he can`t stand the silence.
So the royal-blooded troll pulls himself to his feet, arms wrapped around himself, and starts to talk quietly.
"Wwell... I did wwant to get awway from them... but not like this."
"I didn`t wwant anyone to die. They wwere my friends...sort of."
"I don`t understand wwhy they all hated me. I tried to be nice to them!"
"But... wwhatevver. I`m fine by myself."
A single, purple tear hits the floor, and then he continues walking, until he enters the room with the bodies of his friends.
"I guess this is goodbye, guys. If I`m the one wwho did this... then I really do deservve this terrible fate."
"But you still deservve a wworse one for the hell you all put me through. Like that time when Karkat..."
Eridan starts complaining to the corpses, draining the deep well of emotions that threatens to overflow.
He pushes back the tears with each haughty whine, and each flip of his hair.
Because Eridan is strong, and he`s always been good by himself anyways.
He`ll show them all that they were wrong.
That he`s stronger than they gave him credit for.
That he`s better off alone, anyways.