... That's depressing.
Why are you suddenly listening to me? I mean, before you nodded along but you never really changed your plans for our future based on what I said and wanted.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Because you're right. -Said very plainly-
I'm not happy. I'm not sure I've ever been. I keep trying to make myself happy and I just drag everyone else to hell with me because it's all I know how to do. And I'm still here because I feel like I owe it to people that aren't even around anymore. That's how it's always been, even before all this.
But... it was good knowing you're alive. I thought you'd faded like everything else when I couldn't find you again. But now I know you're... well, if you're not okay, you at least have a family, and a home. That's the best I could ask for, and I'm sorry I can't make it any better. Having to fight is something I promised nobody would ever have to do again, but I guess I can't keep this one.
...I think I know what to do now.
Main Room
true, when a little boredom is your only issue then what can you really complain about?
oh wait, there is one thing I'm doing. There's a new person here with memory issues and I'm trying to help him out by investigating the place he was found
Outside
you still have never been to my home have you?
... -Seems genuinely surprised to hear this-
...Every day, for... for centuries, I've been telling myself the same thing. "Tomorrow will be better. You'll finally find somewhere to be happy tomorrow. There are people out there somewhere that care about you. Maybe this time, they'll stay."
Tomorrow hasn't happened yet. I don't think it ever will.
I don't think there's been a single me in any timeline that has ever been happy. Definitely not him, but... not me, either.
I don't think I've been doing this to be happy, either. I just do it to not feel lonely. Turns out, there's a difference. And after a while, that stopped working, too. It gets hard to care about anyone when you know in twenty or thirty years, they're just gonna do the same things over again and then stop existing, right?
I thought about killing them all yesterday. Because I could. It wouldn't make a single bit of difference in the grand scheme of things. They'd be dead, the timeline would stop, I'd find another, I'd meet them and get them to like me all over again, or maybe they wouldn't like me and I'd have to find some other strangers to hate or fall in love with for a while until they disappeared too, and then what? -Shakes his head- I'm not doing that. I don't want it all to mean nothing.
So, I'm going. I've found a way to do it that can help people that are still alive. And... and maybe they'll help him be happy. If anyone can do it, it's them. And if neither of those things happen, then it won't have mattered anyway.
I want to believe it will. I don't want to be this kind of person.

-Takes and opens the palm of her hand forming a small holographic spaceship in it-
A more permanent one, rather then a kit bashed one that only makes a single trip.