flowey kills because he is still apologizing. he kills, kills on, and there is no third thing.
he had executed every stage, the full grueling span, except the one that would have made any of it worthwhile. failed at the altar while the sacrifice bled out in his arms.
flowey is sorry. he is so sickeningly sorry. and yet. the guilt is airless, futile - all he has ever been able to do with it is take the Step again.
he does the action over and over, past any rhyme or reason, compulsively, excessively -
like a child insisting, see? see? i can do it - i can!
until he is nothing but the plan's final act in vine and vein.
flowey gets to be everything that was "needed" of him. just. too late.
the death happened. and it cannot mean anything from there. the dead do not forgive. and it cannot mean anything from there.
the step is taken. forever and never, always and not. and it cannot mean anything from there.
it cannot mean anything from here. he cannot make it mean anything from here
