[It's good, to have dreams. Like wiping the slate clean, and maybe not being the friend someone always wanted, but... a new friend, all the same. Not needing to go back, not really. Deciding for yourself that you've found your Home.

Dreams are dreams. They aren't real.]

I do. I have a present to accept. Once I do, I'm going to start getting the bigger picture.

[There isn't a way out for the Frisk he knows. He just wasted it, talking to them.]

Don't you have a picture to show me, too?