「* Stare」

… sure!

𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇'𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝑌 𝐼'𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑇𝑂 𝐴𝐵𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑇𝑌, 𝐷𝐸𝐸.

THAT'S WHY…
That's… why…

…

「* He just covers his face. trembling.」

…
I failed, dee.
I failed to save everyone.
I ran away because I couldn't win, and then …. gave up.

「* He holds his hands over his face, curling up.」

「* The other's cheerfuness. Maybe he was a bit jealous that the other still had that.」

* [ You're… Kirby, right? ]

* [ . . . ]

「* Just covers face, sighing. Finally, speaking. The voice is tiny, and 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 clearly more like kirby.」

… 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.
𝘪'𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦.

* [… I guess. I just… I don't know.]

「* A glance to the side.」

* [ You should forget you saw me. ]

「* Instantly shocked. Sweating as he would look around and frown.」

* [ I-I'm fine. ]

《 or "evil" counterparts of themselves.」

* [ . . . H-haha… it's worse where I'm from, I think. ]

「* He couldn't even save any of them. His soーcalled friends.」

* [ Most of them got corrupted, too… ]

「* What a scary concept, in hindsight. It's hard to really say much else about it because his friends were either converted into monsters 》

* [ …. I don't… I'm a failure. Judging or not. ]

「* Looking at his hands as he signs.」

* [ I don't even deserve to use Kirby as a name. ]

「* He responds with signing, hoping the other understands.」

* [ Nice to… meet you. ]

「* Then there was the biggest obstacle. What the hell is his name.」

* [ . . . ]

「* Trembling, eyes dart to look at the ground. He feels awful.」

* [ I don't want people to know who I am. I'm… I'm not as good as other versions of me. I'm trying to… not be myself, for that reason. ]

「* A small wave… hoping this wouldn't get awkward.」

「* Tensing, looking around franticly before backing away, clearly… afraid by being addressed? What?」

* [ Well. I don't know you. Sorry… ]