Magolor drifted through a dimensional abyss of lightning and ethereal clouds, the Master Crown's golden shards with their purple mist orbiting around him.
"I wish I could take it all back."
Silence.
"I really do. And not just because I'm stranded in Interdimensional Space," he elaborated with a negative shake of his head.
"I AM IN INTERDIMENSIONAL SPACE," The Master Crown's eldritch, primordial voice thundered in his head with all the childish glee of a certain jester hyped up on Invincibility Candy. When it made him go Soul, it had, after all, forced him to down a metric fuckton of caffeine.
"I know you are, dude. Yeah. We're both stuck out here," Magolor replied in the tone of an exhausted parent. "All thanks to… me…"
Magolor looked downward sadly. He was such a fuck-up. It didn't have to end this way. He could have procured coffee just like everybody else, but times were rough and once he read about that accursed crown, the temptation to become all-powerful and summon a cup of joe whenever he wanted became irresistible. He'd let his addiction ruin him. He'd let it run him. Let it run him straight into the ground. Straight into the God-forsaken interdimensional sewer drain he was currently swirling around in.
"Anyway, you know, if I could see them again, you know what I'd say?" Magolor half-heartedly asked the cosmic dumbass swirling around him.
"INTERDIMENSIONAL SPACE."
Since he'd been talking mostly to himself anyway, Magolor ignored his repetitive companion (curse) and continued on like it had never responded.
"I'd say: I'm sorry. Sincerely. I'm sorry. You're so cool and you seriously rock, but I'm just needy and weird and and I was a total asshole, and I am truly sorry."
"I AM IN INTERDIMENSIONAL SPACE."
Magolor's power left his body in a flash of light and scattering of blue, as his clothes turned gray and tattered and he and his unwanted companion hurtled toward a Dimensional Rift.
"High-five, low-five, all that," he sighed as the light enveloped him.
A/N: We need a Wheatley Epilogue.