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He is here.
WELL, HELLO.
IT APPEARS I HAVE MISCALCULATED.
YOU ARE NOT MEANT TO BE HERE.
You would like to speak.
OF COURSE
OF COURSE
YOU MAY.
You tell him you admire him.
MY
HOW FORWARD.
A BEING AS VAST AS YOURSELF
ADMIRING ME.
ARE YOU SURE YOU ADMIRE ME?
You tell him you're sure.
FASCINATING.
I AM AFRAID
I AM TOO INSIGNIFICANT
FOR YOU TO ADMIRE.
I AM INFINITESIMALLY SMALL.
I AM SMITHEREENS.
DO YOU STILL ADMIRE ME?
You tell him you admire him as much as he admires DELTARUNE.
INTERESTING.
I ADMIRE DELTARUNE
AS MUCH AS I ADORE IT.
SURELY YOU DO NOT ADORE ME.
You tell him you adore him.
INCREDIBLE.
SUCH SENSATIONS
ARE SCARCE
IN MY CONDITION.
BUT YOU ARE GRAND.
YOU HAVE ALL THE ADORATION
TO EXTEND TO EVERYTHING
NO MATTER HOW SMALL.
DO YOU HAVE ANY
PARTING WORDS?
You tell him you are excited to see him in the future.
"THE FUTURE."
YES.
IS IT THE FUTURE ALREADY?
...
SOMETIMES I FEEL AS IF
THE FUTURE
HAS ALREADY PASSED.
AS IF
EVERYTHING THAT WILL HAPPEN
HAS ALREADY HAPPENED.
WELL, NEVER MIND.
WHETHER PAST OR FUTURE
DELTARUNE WILL ALWAYS BE WAITING.
And he is gone.