[I2S1] I do have a final request, though.

White Noise! Hey, it's been considerably more than a while. I'm sure all the postcards you sent my way got lost somewhere between probabilities. There are only so many alternate post offices to cry at.

Bet you weren't expecting this aside after the extensive cutaway, huh? Consider this an olive branch. No more silent treatment between us!

Actually, if you don't mind me being candid, you always do expect far too much from your games and your plans to begin with. It's kind of a problem. And everyone's collective burden to bear, sadly! So, how's about you just quit sitting pretty all by yourself and admit that you still need me?

You can only go so long pretending your shadow isn't right behind you.

See you a—