[Somehow, there's a crawling feeling that tells him that is not really how Ribbons feel. And that same feeling is preventing him from noting that is so. He keeps it himself as always, merely quietly glancing back.]
... That is all to it. My feelings are my wishes. If others are able to find their own meaning and realize that life itself is worth living, then that is worth a smile for me as well.
It is... warm. When I realized it, felt it, I wished for others to experience that same warmth as well. Perhaps will we all understand each other, even a little.
Someone told me this: Even with our actions, no matter if the world changes or not, whether it is good or bad, it is enough that our existence is remembered and felt.
Definitely, I did not know what your true intentions back then. Even now. However, your existence itself... How you appeared before me, you were able to inspire me to go on.