I feel lighter. A dull ache has gotten sharper, and yet a heavy malaise has lifted. My death won't be in vain.
we both did
Forgive me for interrupting this terribly heartfelt message of solidarity, Strider, but what the fuck?
Nah trust me you won't die now.
oh what me being a robot and shit yeah haha theres a lot going on whats up lalonde
I presume you're from my future, given your use of the past tense earlier. And I further presume that you did, in fact, die with me, which was very sweet of you. Which, logic would dictate, means you're something of a ghost in the machine, now. But that doesn't quite ring true, does it? There's something I'm missing.
part of me is from your future yeah we died together doing what we believed in to resist no matter what happened but that was just a part of me and theres many parts of me that make up one whole all are iterations of myself but from different points in a temporal flow but if you wanna put it simply im just many ghosts that make up one big ghost that resides within a machine
I think I get it. You're the platonic ideal of Dave Strider, contained in a metal chassis. Not too complicated. So I imagine you're mostly the player, then?
theres really no quantifying how much of me i really am because its complicated i think im equally all parts myself its good to see you again lalonde
Good to see you, too. Even though, from my perspective, you're just a phone call away.