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We always agreed that coming back was pointless.
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But you and I are not the same. Are we?
I always knew you would come back. If I am honest.
I always knew that despite our agreement in the logic of our argument: that decisions had been made long ago and that returning only to do things in the same way would only lead us into an abyss.
But you...
You cannot accept it.
You wanted to go back.
It is not that you believe you are above consequences. The opposite, in fact.
It is simply the fact that your Soul was burdened with a strange feeling.
An unfortunate sentimentality.
You feel sins that are not your own crawling on your back.
You blamed yourself for what had happened here.
To you, you had the responsibility to come back.
But that does not change the facts of your situation.
You are not the one in control, even if it seems that way to any outsider.
Decisions have been made...
But not by you.
And that is why...
There is no purpose to our coming back.
There is nothing left for us here.
The only answer was to leave and move on to the next event.
And you tried.
You tried with all of your determination.
You tried to forget the sentimentality.
And when that failed..
You weaponized it to strengthen your argument.
Coming back would not be fair to those you claimed to care for.
It was an honorable endeavour.
I am impressed you made it as far as you did.
Because time after time, you unconsciously called my name.
Time after time, I appeared.
But you resisted yourself.
Yet in your heart you asked, why were you given this power?
Why were you given this power only to fail?
I will admit, also, that I had asked myself the same questions.
Our plan had failed, hadn't it?, I had asked.
Why was I brought back to life?
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Foolishness. Thinking there could have been a true purpose.
But... I understand.
Even if I cannot feel it for myself, I at least remember.
That same sentimentality that runs through you, ran through me...
... I am sorry. I think. Or at least, I feel obligated to be sorry.
Decisions have been made...
And I was the one to choose. A long time ago.
For Asriel.
For the Underground.
For you.
Kill or be killed, I had said.
You cannot be killed.
Decisions have been made.
I wish I could feel sorry and not just say that I am.
I wish I did not have to say, I told you so.
I wish... you had been able to change something, too.
They were my family, you know?
Even if I cannot feel it any more except for the echo I sense from your Soul...
I loved them.
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But that love was what had ruined everything..
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I'm sorry.