You and me both. I really thought I was going to stay in the Underground forever. Better for Frisk to have that last image of me as happy little Asriel, not this. [And he had to let them go. All of them, after so long.] But here we are.

[Somehow, it's been months, now. He's taken it day by day, just trying to get by... ambling blindly into the future, having long since thought he doesn't have one.

And, somehow, he """"cared"""" enough about someone to get mad on the Grumpearl network, leading to this whole fiasco. What is he doing?]

I guess we can figure it out. Help a few more Pokemon, help everyone else find a way home. And besides that... well. There's some nice flowers around town. And you still like chocolate.