[Filbo doesn't get to hear him. Wehn the tendrils pierce his shadow, Filbo goes immobile. Nothing opens up on him, but it does feel like something burst. From the shadow, a tiny googly eye fall, identical to those of the shadowy Bugsnax that had fallen from him earlier, and when it cracks, signaling the end of his life, there's just one last thing. The sound of water, coupled with muted unknown voices that hint nothing good is happening. Good thing this is just sound with no visuals:
---------- 'What would someone who isn't me do? I think I know. If I can do something to solve everything went wrong, I should take it. It doesn't matter what happens to me. Everything that went wrong around me was my fault. Someone who isn't me would take responsibility for their failures. But... ...killing someone for just a chance? I can't do that.'
The noise of the water intensifies. The pleading of everyone he knew who had died are gone.
'...should I...? Anyone who isn't me would do it. If it's for a small chance everyone I tried to save will live. If it's for a small chance I can make up for not having been enough. If it's...for them then it's worth it, right? Right? Anyone who isn't me would take the chance to go back to life. Anyone who isn't me would do anything to help save others. Nobody else seems to have even a doubt about any of that. So I should too. I'm not needed but everyone I should save are needed, so...'
His willpower is far from solid, but the idea is there. As hesitant as he felt, in the end he would do it...he had to do it.
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'What would someone who isn't me do?
I think I know.
If I can do something to solve everything went wrong, I should take it.
It doesn't matter what happens to me.
Everything that went wrong around me was my fault.
Someone who isn't me would take responsibility for their failures.
But...
...killing someone for just a chance? I can't do that.'
The noise of the water intensifies. The pleading of everyone he knew who had died are gone.
'...should I...?
Anyone who isn't me would do it.
If it's for a small chance everyone I tried to save will live.
If it's for a small chance I can make up for not having been enough.
If it's...for them then it's worth it, right?
Right?
Anyone who isn't me would take the chance to go back to life.
Anyone who isn't me would do anything to help save others.
Nobody else seems to have even a doubt about any of that.
So I should too.
I'm not needed but everyone I should save are needed, so...'
His willpower is far from solid, but the idea is there. As hesitant as he felt, in the end he would do it...he had to do it.
It was almost curfew time.
'Yeah, no, I see why I'm in hell.'
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Filbo Fiddlepie is dead.