And the rest of the world is reality, then? Who's to say Trench isn't just another dream?

I know this world is as real as any other. Not here, perhaps, but it's real. I have tended to my garden and now it has become a new beginning to reach the same ends. [Chara shakes their head, suddenly tired. The vines begin to wrap around L's feet.

They laugh, breathless, like L just accidentally made a joke only they could understand.]

When you say it like that, it sounds aspirational. What about the other pieces of the game? Do you give half a damn what fate you inflict upon them with your stubborn desire to keep trying?

I didn't. [That's a lie.] I would have been a fool to. Why would anyone get attached to something that exists solely to die?