[They've both reached a similar conclusion, then. It's the jealousy that doesn't quite make sense, up until he lets it slip near the end. Asriel is dead.

... that should upset them, shouldn't it? They should feel worse. They should be angry, sad, apologetic, anything... but all they feel is a hollow sense of relief.

If Kris doesn't exist, then it's not their fault. They didn't ruin his life.

The world moves on without them. Another human in their place. Were they ever anything special, really? Would any human do? Was it always a mistake that they were the one Toriel took in and raised, instead of someone else?

And yet, at the same time, they can't even say the world is better off without them. It's just a different flavour of awful, a different series of tragedies. Asriel instead of Dess—or who's to say they both didn't suffer? Fate can be cruel like that. They don't want to ask.]

Guess I'm not that important. [Their voice wavers, but the walls of their heart hold firm even as the foundation crumbles away. They funnel what little energy they have left into being vaguely annoyed.] What do you want out of this? You want me to say you were cool and popular in another timeline? You're not him, and you'll never be him. Get over yourself.