It's far too dark

Morty's potion number 9

"H-hey M-Morty, you up for some interdimensional tv?"

"Not really, Rick, maybe another time.."

"But a new episode of ball fondlers' airing I-it's lit dawg"

Rick's footsteps stopped at his front door. Rick wasn't the kind of guy to jump into his room whenever so he just had to play it cool and hopefully he'd be gone.

Gone...

Morty tried to keep those thoughts away.

Who was he really?
Just another copy. A perfectly copy and yet another self.

Away, thoughts away.

"...M-Morty..."

Wasn't him gone?

"Listen bud I'm... Well..."

Rick voice was distant and suffocated by the heavy door between them.

"I-I rushed the.. Love potion thing and.. Well I should have warned you about the flue and.. Well I guess excuses don't matter right now, right?"

Right.

They didn't matter at all.

The world was destroyed, and less important, his psyche too.

What was his family- the real one, at that moment?

Were they alive?

Did they missed him?

In fact, what was left from his old life?

Rick. The crazy maniac who brought him it all that in the first place.
After all, he continued trusting his grandpa. And what else could he do?

As much as he tried to, he wasn't mad at Rick. He just couldn't.

"M-Morty this.. I'm not gonna lie it's gonna be hard for you. I know it. B-but it's going to be ok eventually. I promise"

"How?"

Silence was his only reply.

But he did tried to fix the world multiple times, didn't him..? He did tried.
That was their only choice, right?
He would have tried anything else otherwise, right?

He could trust him, right?

Then why isn't he answering?