"You didn't really change," The figure above him spoke, "You went back to... that version of yourself as soon as something went wrong." The figure paused, tilting its head, "That's quite pathetic, don't you think?" Vulcan laughed weakly, "Which version? Hmheh.. you're not being very specific..." The figure inhaled, "Don't play dumb. You already know which." Vulcan looked up slightly, having been on his knees, "Ohh.. those two.... aha..." The figure's eye narrowed, examining him from its overhead position, "You said you hated that part of you.. more than anything..." It chuckled a bit, "And yet... you didn't even try to resist it much." Vulcan looked down, still smiling faintly, "..Don't." He chuckled once more, "I'm at my limit with everything... I could care less..." The figure blinked at that, then shifted its weight on their feet. "Hah... 'embodiment of love' my a[BARK]." It commented passively, "If who you are is so easily influenced by... external factors..." They crouched down, "Then are you even a person anymore? Or are you just a mere puppet... just a toy to be played with..." Vulcan's breath hitched. Out of all things, that reached him the most. The figure immediately noticed, "Oh... you silly little toy..." It cooed, simply to rub salt in the wound. Vulcan gritted his teeth, "...Don't call me that." The figure's eyebrows raised, "Oh? But you didn't even deny that you were..." It laughed softly. It then reached for Vulcan's spear, which was beside him, laid there. It then slowly pressed the tip of it into Vulcan's stomach, digging in until it broke skin. Vulcan didn't resist, his breath hitching slightly, before weakly laughing, a smile spreading onto his face like a in crack in stone. The figure hummed, "...Interesting," It smirked a bit, "You're... enjoying this now... aren't you..." It giggled, "Hah–! You really have regressed!" It yanked the spear out, then stood, "You're like a little butterfly... slipping back into its cacoon." It tilted it's head, "Little wind-up... /doll/.. rewinding itself." It emphasized doll on purpose. Vulcan froze, then blinked, "What's the point... I'm not letting myself enjoy it if... all this universe will do is treat me as a tool." Vulcan hummed, "All of this is just... meaningless torment... I'd be miserable if I let pain exist as it is... and I can't be miserable! I can't be anything but happy! If I'm not happy... I'm not perfect... If I'm not perfect then... then..." He jittered suddenly, then gagged weakly, hunching forward. The figure narrowed its eyes, "Interesting... very interesting..." The figure then giggled quietly, smiling once more, "You really are just like a toy..." It swayed on its ankles, "...Silly little plaything..."
The two versions of himself he's referring to is both versions of past Vulcan. Vulcan has split into two versions of himself, the version of himself before breaking his soul essence(Pre-Break/PRB) and after breaking his soul essence(Post-Break/PSB) Also the figure is Hysteria, but Vulcan only properly knows Hysteria in MUF, not outside of MUF so that's why he's just referred to as 'The figure' here
