"Well, to be frank, I don't care what tragic backstory you went through. So many people died because of you, a number of whom were my friends. I suppose there's no point in complaining now, what's done is done. There's no undoing the past," I responded with a grimace.
"Yes, if that were possible, we wouldn't be here in the first place," He sighed wistfully.
Tch, it's pissing me off how calm he is.
"Surprised you aren't throwing a tantrum or anything. I mean, really, to fall short of your goal right at the finish line after centuries of planning, that's gotta suck," I taunted him spitefully.
"I suppose so. Although, it isn't as though I spent all those centuries planning my every move, I was not nearly so thorough. Still, I myself am surprised by how easily I've accepted my defeat. But then, I don't really have much of a choice, do it? As you said, there's no undoing the past."
"Wait, didn't you literally turn back time during the battle?"
