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... Why did I have to find Lusamine? I don't even care that she's in a stupid coma.

[You don't feel a sense of love or attachment or empathy... but there's a pang of something. Another name on the list. Another petal plucked.]

Hee hee... what an idiot. She spent so much energy trying to 'fix' me that she couldn't even take care of herself. Now look at us. I'm still here and she might as well be dead.

[Maybe he should have taken her soul. Then maybe she...

... no. Sharing a body has never worked out for him. And the last thing he wants is someone that close. Reading his thoughts, the stupid impulses that pass for 'feelings'... what a joke.]

I hate everyone. I hate all of them!!!

I hate every single one of those stupid losers! I hope they ALL drop dead!!

[He knows he doesn't mean it. But do you?]

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Don't say things you don't mean.

[ Said so sternly, so abruptly, like an older brother who is so tired. ]

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[Distant, small, a memory of a memory: Laios's sister. Leaving her behind. Things that can't be undone.

If it were a few months earlier, he might try pushing Laios's buttons. Learn what gets him angry. See what he would do. But now, Flowey is just... tired. Tired of the way things just keep happening. Tired of the fact that he still can't care.]

What, do you want me to apologize? Grovel a little? Will that make you feel better?

[dunchies]

Mm? No? Just don't say things you don't mean. [ Pointed. Exhausted. He's clearly bothered, but not for his own sake. ] Losing more of us won't help anything, and it definitely won't help them.

[ Them being Lusamine and Firepaw. He saw that flower crown, Flowey. ]

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[... He has the worst feeling that Laios knows. Flowey kicks himself for being an idiot.]

... I did mean it.

[His feelings, or whatever inverse of them has been created by his lack of them-- ripples in ink. Laios may see memories of a sprawling, empty cavern, golden flowers swaying in a single beam of sunlight from above.]

It'd be better for everyone if all of you died now. It's going to happen eventually. You're going to live a long life full of suffering, miseries in an unbroken chain. And at the end of it all, whether you ended your life as a king or a pauper, you'll die. Anyone who cared about you will weep, and weep, just because they cared. And then THEY'LL die. Your kingdom will become dust. One day, nobody will even remember you existed.

...

I shouldn't even be here. I shouldn't have even been brought back to life. It's all so stupid.

[dunchies]

[ A sigh. He's hardly sounds convinced, but he's also in no mood to go back and forth just to get nowhere. ]

... That's a very one-sided view of things. [ And, if he's being honest with himself, a line of thinking he's already gone down before. All of life's pain and suffering and heartache — what is the point, really? Better to end the torment and get rid of feeling all together, until he realized there was so much more of the world to experience outside of himself. It's all just part of growing up and growing old.

There's a piece of him still feels bothered, knowing Flowey will never have the opportunity. ]

Being forgotten isn't so bad. It's all a cycle, just like living. The bad things are only bad because we've experienced the good, but even the most perfect life becomes dull when there's no balance.

[ Eloquence, not his strong suit. That last bit from Flowey tugs at him a tad harder than the rest, though ] ... Do you feel bad getting a second chance?

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Do I feel bad? Give me a break. What, if I told you that I hated being a flower then and I hate being a seed now, I'm sick of not being able to feel anything, I spent ages trying to make a difference and ultimately couldn't fix a thing and I still can't save anyone, all of that would make me 'feel better'? How many of your nice words do you think are going to replace a missing soul? She couldn't fix me, and you sure won't either, Laios.

[dunchies]

[ He goes quiet. For whatever reason, Flowey’s words are easy for him to internalize. Maybe he does want to fix him, in some strange way, but words don’t even come close to the right solution. That much is obvious. ]

... This place changed our bodies, so how are you so sure it didn’t give you a soul either? [ So much to chew on from a creature that shouldn’t exist in his mind. ] I heard Firoza talking about people coming back. People who shouldn’t be here anymore either. Whatever brought us here must have returned something back to them too.

[ Another thought pops in. A memory of a feast, of turning flesh into food, of grinding bones into compost. Eat and be eaten — the natural order of things. ]

If you died here… what do you think would happen?

[ A genuine question. It’d sound so earnest if it wasn’t so morbid. ]

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[In his mind, monsters spread dust on objects-- toys, hammers, vases . Often they're buried, sometimes they're kept in other places. The monsters, reduced to dust, live on in their favorite thing forever.]

I... don't know.

When I died in my new form, it felt like I was fading away. Nothing awaited me except the void. There was no paradise or rebirth or torment. It was much worse. I screamed and fought just to continue existing, and I...

... I won. I eked out a soulless existence.

[He's clearly reticent to talk about this more on the Grumpearl.]

It doesn't matter. Just forget about all this.

[dunchies]

[ It does matter. He won't forget. So, instead of words, Flowey might feel a mix of disgust and pity — along with just the smallest hint of guilt. ]

For what it's worth, maybe this place is your real second chance. You might get what you've been wanting all along.

[ Flat. Ominous, almost ]

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[*Flowey disconnected.]