He threw himself into improving L'manberg. A part of him, holding onto that guilt that he was at fault even if it didn't recall what had happened to the place he remembered loving and founding with kindness.
There was also more effort to be nice towards everyone, some things alive Wilbur had left behind did worry him slightly like "fuck Eret" in their national anthem, he wasn't sure who this man was but it didn't feel right to hold onto that hate without reason. So instead he just wanted to help and nice. Obviously, that led to an increase of people telling him he was more kind and helpful, a "better person" than alive Wilbur. They left a bittersweet sting in his chest whenever those comments arose.
He still would have felt out of place living directly with everyone else in L'manberg so he opted for an underground house. Everyone else had their whole lives ahead of them and if he was as bad as people seemed to make out he was, he didn't want to make the new start for L'manberg uncomfortable for anyone else. He had everything he needed down there so it was fine, he supposed, though he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to leave. He didn't belong there with everyone. Shouldn't he have died and just disappeared? Like that other guySchlatt? The name was unfamiliar to him but he saw just as much if not more hushed talk when anyone brought up that name. Were they friends? It would have made sense for them all to hate both people if they were close.
By now he had begun to remember everyone. He remembered Tubbo as a good person. He remembered Phil, his own dad joining and killing him but didn't hold him in hate for it. People seemed to respect him more for it, so he assumed it was for the best. He remembered Tommy, his right-hand man, the second in command. There was a confliction there with Tommy, that he didn't have with anyone else when he remembered them. He knew he felt pride, he remembered how far they had come together and how much Tommy achieved. But there was something else there too constructing that image He didn't quite understand why Tommy held such reluctance around him but there was something not quite right about how he felt. Not one clear bad emotion surfacing, more small chunks of this and that put together. Most noticeably anger.
He remembered Fundy. He remembered how much he held him in admiration, constant amazement of him while brushing it off in a light-hearted way. He remembered not telling Fundy enough that he was proud and how much he would have killed to have been able to give him a hug now that was taken from him. But he could see the spark of resentment that lit in his eyes and the way it danced around them as they spoke. Again, he wasn't clear on what he did wrong, but he knew that he should, he knew he wanted to make it up to them all.
So that's what he wanted to do, slowly piece together his past and repair all the stories, he wanted to see to it everyone else got a happy ending. Even if it would mean he would have to move on without them. It was better to try.