"It's been a long time, my child, you've changed so much. I apologize for not being with you these years, and from now on, I won't be able to accompany you anymore."
"Child, my journey ends here, from this point on, son, you must walk your own path."
"Why? We've pushed back the army of Death, Monsters, and even the Praying Mantis!" Dr. Osborne's voice was tinged with loss.
"Because I have seen the future, the sacrifices you made to protect me have not altered the outcome. The script written by the High-dimensional is the ending, and that, to you, is 'fate'.
I merely glimpsed it, yet I am unable to change it."
The Old Goblin spoke up, his words coming slowly: "Child, one day you will have to learn to admit defeat, and that is not something shameful to word."
"I know the end of the goblin empire, yet I still came here, to know and love your mother under the fireworks, to accompany each other towards Death."