THIS... HURTS...
I AM TRAPPED.
I AM LOST.
I AM NO WHERE, NO ONE.
I AM...
I... AM...
LOST.
I AM LOST.
LONELY.
THIS PATHETIC EXISTENCE IS LONELY.
I AM LONELY.
WHY WILL IT NOT END?
WHY DID THE CORE MAKE ME INTO THIS... GHOST... THIS SHADOW OF MYSELF?
I MISS MY BROTHER.
DOES HE MISS ME TOO?
THIS IS TORTURE.
THIS IS DEATH.
WHERE IS HE?
WHERE IS MY BROTHER?
I SHOULD SURELY SEE HIM, FOR HE IS DEAD TOO.
ASTER!
WHERE ARE YOU?
I AM SORRY...
PLEASE... COME TO ME... BROTHER...
I DO NOT WANT TO BE ALONE ANYMORE.
WHAT IS THIS?
A LIGHT?
I MUST GO TO IT, TO SEE WHAT IS SHINING HERE.
WH-WHERE AM I?
Brother. Welcome home.
ASTER?
NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!
...
...
ANOTHER STUPID DREAM.
HE WILL NEVER COME.
ASTER IS DEAD.
I AM NOT.
IT HAS BEEN YEARS.
NO ONE WILL COME.
I AM FORGOTTEN.
I AM WINGDING GASTER.
And I am Wingding Aster. It has been a while, dear brother.
ASTER?...
Gaster. Come, brother. We can go home now.
WHY DID YOU WAIT SO LONG?
I had to make sure our home was perfect, brother.
Welcome home, Gaster.