"I understand."

"No, I think you do not."

"Maybe not the exact situation, no, but something similar."

"Dunno why anyone'd want to exile you. You're a fuckin, model citizen or some shit. You don't even scam people."

"There are-- reasons other than crimes someone might be sent away."

"--Is that why you came here? Wherever you're from, they exiled you?"

"... That would actually make more sense than what happened. I'd been-- sent away, for awhile before that."

“…That’s pretty impressive. You don’t seem— I dunno. I guess the only other person I know who’s been exiled is Wilbur.”

"... The standards were different there."

“How do you— you seem—” Tommy sighs and kicks at the ground. “That must suck.”

"It did. It did." His plan was to be supportive and not depressing, and this is where they've ended up.

“…D’you like it here?”

"It's different, but it has its charms."

“Don’t you miss it?”

"I miss some of the people, yes."

…Nod. “Ranboob visited the other day. And Ghostbur. But I miss Tubbo, man, and—I dunno, it’s just so fuckin’ lonely out here. Except when Dream visits. I— I dunno how I feel about Dream, he makes my brain feel all twisty, I can’t tell if he’s my friend or not. I do miss him, though, when he’s not here.”

"I would not trust Dream as far as I could throw him. --But it is your choice, I guess."
 

“I mean. He fuckin, he visits me, doesn’t he.”

"We weren't sure if he'd try to kill us, or rebuild the walls, if we tried, but that is fair."

“Fuck you, man. Ghostbur visited. Fuckin, fuckin Ranboob visited. Maybe you’re just a bitch.”

"I came as soon as I safely could."

“I do not care. You all just fucking, stood there and let him take me—I don’t—look, mate, stop with the excuses, okay? I just want to see Tubbo again.”

"I'll let him know you want to see him."

"I don't want a fucking--I don't want a fucking pity visit."

"He wanted me to come as soon as it was safe because he misses you."