I’m always Jean. And I’m always the Phoenix. I died. I scattered in a trillion directions. And then I started to pull together again. But I’m starting to see now… Parts of me never came home.
When I saw Sophie waiting, i just imagined her waiting like you do in Skyrim. Toriel:"Just wait right here, my child. I must take care of something." *Toriel leaves* 30 min later... *Toriel returns* "Im sorry that took so lo-"*Sophie is just standing in to exact same position, standing stock still and staring blankly into the distance*