Name one. [Asgore would be one, but he's not human so he doesn't count, and he was a bastard in his own right.]

You are thinking in a self aggrandizing scale. Do you think the pieces are aware that the war is a game? Do you think they ever wonder if their sacrifices mean anything? Of course not. Because they're objects. Tools. Toys. They're not real. Did our game matter? Or was it just numbers?

[The soul hums, the powerful resolve that has kept it alive flickering, even in the dream.]

All I do is break things. That is the purpose of my reincarnation. I am not the destroyer of worlds, but rather the tool used to destroy them. I suppose it's only right that I'm broken.

I wanted to matter. In death, if not in life.