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There were only seven swords, yet the damage was catastrophic. The choices you made the first time were idiotic, ignorant, and insane. No amount of guilt could atone for your sins, but this was your path. This was your path to becoming a hero. You only ever wanted to help others. You never asked to become a killer. Mercy finally comes for your soul. You've been granted a chance to start it all over again from the very beginning. It's more than you deserve, and you take it all too aware of the consequences. Knowledge is a curse that'll tear you apart from limb to limb. Know it's your only guide. Know this is the only way to be forgiven. Reach new heights. Rewrite fate itself. ----- AKA The Block Tales pacifist route

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //