[Aight. Eridan cannot help himself but to smile at that. He's happy for this, even with all of the pale feelings, he still fumbles on certain red-inclined ones.

When his words were confronted, he knows he needs to explain himself, that's an obvious one.]

Well, I suppose that some of the ewents that occurred durin' the progression a the game kinda... made me rethink some stuff in the past. It's not what I did now, it's what I did in the past an' all... sorta. Kinda. Somethin' like that.