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Long time has passed, and he started to forget about some people he had known at some point. There are so many. Humans, monsters, some versions of himself, but those relationships never lasted long. He thinks he doesnt have very solid bonds with a lot of people, but well, he is not going to complain, not aloud at least.
After all, his wish is not to be a cliche and have the better friends ever to spend happy moments being a politically correct good person.
No. He sacrificed all to be famous, to be someone else. To be important for everyone even when they didnt know him. It was actually the best part, the thought well of a person they didnt even know.
Thinking about such stuff is never a good idea, but with his eyes on the lava surrounding the Hotland roads and the far view of the CORE in the distance, he cant help but turn a little nostalgic. Fortunately he is alone. Right?