[ Holy shit. And Bigby thought he had problems. He is, at least, mildly amused at hearing his own impersonation done that well. But otherwise, what the fuck, Flowey. ]

You finished? Need another go at it to feel better? [ He pulls out a seed from his pocket, not to eat, but to hold in between his fingers like a cigarette. A force of habit for these types of conversations. ] Look, I'm not going to kill you, and neither is your guild. If what we did back home mattered here, pretty sure most of us would be in some deep shit. Me included. [ A shrug. New worlds. Second chances. He's been through it enough as it is. ]

Seems like you're beating yourself up enough anyway. Not much more I can do there.