[It's a lot, but not as much as he'd already remembered. A year...and a few months long ago.]
Sa...kura. That's who I'd-
[The pleasant memories don't last long, before they give way to more death. He'd only known Sakura (loved her) a short time before she'd died. Only days after Albedo's return, he'd died as well...he'd killed him himself. Old Miltia was gone, destroyed. The Gnosis Terrorism. Rennes-le-Chateau, Albedo was back as one of the Testaments, but had ignored him. He'd had to live through the Miltian Conflict a second time, had to fight the infected Standards again. Found out it was really Shion who had summoned the Gnosis. By this point, he's gone pale again, and begun to wonder if he'd made a mistake. It gets worse. Dmitri Yuriev moving on Michtam, the destruction of the Durandal (he'd fallen for simple misdirection...) and then...]
N-no! [He takes a deep breath, steadying his shaking hands. Albedo...they're one now, like they were meant to be. And he can't help but wonder if he can use this power over creation to bring Nigredo back, but...his world's problems aren't a priority now, are they? This world still needs so much. Like, for example, some pure white snow for those spaghetti mountains. ...The snow may, in fact, actually be Parmesan cheese. Look, he needs something lighthearted as a distraction, okay?]
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Sa...kura. That's who I'd-
[The pleasant memories don't last long, before they give way to more death. He'd only known Sakura (loved her) a short time before she'd died. Only days after Albedo's return, he'd died as well...he'd killed him himself. Old Miltia was gone, destroyed. The Gnosis Terrorism. Rennes-le-Chateau, Albedo was back as one of the Testaments, but had ignored him. He'd had to live through the Miltian Conflict a second time, had to fight the infected Standards again. Found out it was really Shion who had summoned the Gnosis. By this point, he's gone pale again, and begun to wonder if he'd made a mistake. It gets worse. Dmitri Yuriev moving on Michtam, the destruction of the Durandal (he'd fallen for simple misdirection...) and then...]
N-no! [He takes a deep breath, steadying his shaking hands. Albedo...they're one now, like they were meant to be. And he can't help but wonder if he can use this power over creation to bring Nigredo back, but...his world's problems aren't a priority now, are they? This world still needs so much. Like, for example, some pure white snow for those spaghetti mountains. ...The snow may, in fact, actually be Parmesan cheese. Look, he needs something lighthearted as a distraction, okay?]