"Oh, I still would have won the game, but my goal would have backfired instead," Alastor shrugged. After all, provoking and pressing buttons to stop a spiral, to switch the trolley tracks at the very last second... he hadn't intended to start that way, but the second the button was exposed he knew immediately what he had to do.

"You would have been so regretful, so sad, so lonesome!" He'd have assumed that Alastor hated him when that was so far from the truth. "But I knew you enjoyed me too much."