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I lost a friend today.
I don’t even feel like I knew him that well…which makes things even harder. He’s helped me out with so many things, just from the kindness of his heart. He claimed to know me. He claimed to know a me which I don’t even remember… And he sacrificed himself for me.
At the very least, I need to commemorate his sacrifice, I…I should’ve been the one to die, not him.
The imitation of Foolish stares down at them, all glittering gold-and-emerald under the moonlight.
Eret is writing a sign to display in front of the statue:
RIP
Foolish
I’ll miss you
old friend
It’s the least they could do, after…
Satisfied, Eret places the sign on a block of gold, flanked by two sea lanterns. They step back to look at the final result, the totem of undying staring right back.
“For a friend I never knew. I miss you, Foolish.”
(In the distance, lightning strikes.)
Foolish wakes up to an ancient voice in his head and the reality of death in his heart.
His history is long, filled with angels with crowlike wings and blinding white eyes. These people, he knows. These people, he remembers. The voice in his head claims a spot in his past, too, claims to know things he hasn’t told anyone else. This thing , he doesn’t know, doesn’t remember, but he has an inkling that it’s right, as much as it scares him to admit.
It knows too much for Foolish to be able to confidently distrust it’s words.
(After all, it knows he’s scared to die.)
Tommy doesn’t look good, but that jumpy, skittish look on his face isn’t an uncommon one. He finds Eret in their museum, and asks if he could go into the recreation of the Final Control Room for a minute. Eret lets him.
Tubbo and Ranboo are there with him, and they block the door after Tommy enters.
“Is he okay?” Eret has to ask.
“Yeah, he’s alright,” Tubbo answers, watching the door despite the hair covering his eyes. “Just revisiting all his past traumas.”
“Oh.” That doesn’t really sound alright, but Eret doesn’t push.
With the banquet the other night holding so many reminders of Eret’s betrayal, they’ve been thinking of this room too, recently. And even if other people keep bringing up the fact, they think they’ve, finally, actually moved on—they think they had, a long time ago, but never let themself accept that, because of the constant reminders of it.
Yes, they have moved on a long time ago—their conscious efforts to change, and to prove they’d changed, proved that.
That, and the book Eret had put in the exhibit.
Tommy opens the chest labeled with Wilbur’s name, empty except for a single book. Curious, he opens it to the first page, which reads, simply:
I’m Sorry
- Eret
Yes, Eret’s made peace with having moved on. And, seeing Tommy exit the room—a little shaken up, a little freaked out by revisiting such a traumatizing place from his past, but overall okay—they think other people are starting to, as well.