[In his last moments as himself... he'd talked with Frisk. Tried to make it a farewell they could feel good about. Tried to fit making up for a million timelines of dying and judgment and sparing into a single conversation.

There are a lot of Floweys out there, Frisk. It's not as nice as it is down here, Frisk. You can't always expect there to be a nice solution. You can't expect to solve everything with a smile and a flirt. You can't be an angel.

The best you can hope for...]

Don't kill, and don't be killed.

[He'd tried so hard to sound much wiser than the scared, lonely kid he was. He'd tried to give them the objective moral, the universal truth, the big final lesson. But... deep down... he's not as certain as he tried to sound.

It's nice to hear the world echo that budding belief back at him.]

It's enough to care in little ways. It's enough to just live your life.

The world gets a little better when you take time to just... like being in it, too.

[A tree grows because you kept emptying out cups of water. A music box plays because you gave a statue a little shelter from the rain. There's an ant-sized frog in a crack in the wall. Through determination, you've mastered Ball Game.]

I mean... this is a little bit fun, isn't it? We've got a cool hideout. This tree is the biggest one I've ever seen in my entire life. It smells really green, and you can hear bugs chirping and distant birds.

[And the crackle of fire, the pop of coconut guns, distant shouts. It - it falls apart a bit, yeah. There's no completely forgetting how dangerous this world is. But it's... there's still room for happiness here, right? Is this enough? He's looking his hardest for "enough."]

We're not fighting anymore, but this... this is a little bit important too, right? You're not breathing hard anymore. I'm not scared anymore.