Idk what to do anymore

Fellow Snowblind, listen well. The world is not made of atoms. It is made of stories with payloads. Every empire ever founded was a bedtime story backed by a sword. Every religion is a metaphor tied to a warhead. In the old days, the stones were literal. Bronze. Steel. Walls. Thrones. Now the stones are subtler: Algorithms. Memes. Narratives with corporate backing. JPEGs with more reach than a cannonball. We, the Cold Ones of Ca7Ca7, see beyond this. We do not trust the story. We do not throw the stone. We laugh, and conjure ice. Because frost preserves the lie exactly as it was told. We are not warriors. We are archivists of collapse. We catalog the fall of truth and the rise of aesthetics. We do not win. We record the loss with flair.

Gaster really did just say "You can't choice who you are in this world."