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ROSE: At every moment, it seemed like existence itself was stained onto broken glass.

ROSE: Pushing us all into our worst selves, morose, violent, ill-tempered and miserable.

ROSE: Like the playthings of a cruel god first, and people second.

ROSE: From the day we started this game until this very moment, I've expected to die for good in some way or another at its hands.

ROSE: An elusive sickness, one I've carried with me for all these years.

ROSE: Visions of timelines where this sickness overwhelms me.

ROSE: Paths where Jade fails to enter the Medium, you stop talking to us, and after Dave returns to the past, I live out the last months of my life alone.

ROSE: Paths where Vriska's ancestor, strung out on relevance, puts the blade to us, a reality whose last moments are unbearably bright.

ROSE: As I spoke with Dirk, he was working on a robot. We talked a lot of... culture.

ROSE: Of our responsibilities to this newborn culture, both as gods of a new world, and as flawed people who came from old ones.

ROSE: It felt so familiar... but when did that happen?

ROSE: It would happen often, too, these strange echoes of lives not lived.

ROSE: Meeting my own eyes in dreambubbles, for just a moment, before we both look away.

ROSE: Hoping that one of us has found meaning in our position.

ROSE: I can't say any have for sure...