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[He doesn't want to wonder about their state. He wishes they died. He wishes he succeeded. He wishes he got there in time.]

Decided to let them go. Thanks for releasing the worst upon us, future Angela. [He says, with some bluntness, though it feels more like he's acting this way for the sake of it than honestly trying to be mean.] And...maybe. Honestly, anyone who has enough power to grab Colors into one place without any speck of resistance is already on Head level. Has to be.