Brady: Pop? Is that you?! How in the hell can that be?
Frederick: I'm not the man you think, Brady—not the father who met his end here. I have been dispatched here from another world in order to help you.
Brady: Heh... I thought something was fishy. You're too young to be my pop. So did you come from the past?
Frederick: Yes, in fact. I see Maribelle and I raise a very perceptive son. ...Your tone could use a bit of refinement, but I'm willing to overlook that.
Brady: Can it, Sir Nosy! You'd rebel too if you had to grow up with two meticulous parents.
Frederick: Is that why you talk like that? You're "rebelling"?
Brady: Yeah. My ma and pop were way too overprotective. But I know they did it out of love. I wish I hadn't fought back so much. Now I'll never get to see them again... Sometimes I wish I could visit the next world just to say I'm sorry.
Frederick: Brady...
Brady: Well... I guess I might finally get a chance.
Frederick: And what do you mean by that?
Brady: I never should've abandoned my friends back at the bridge. I deserve to die, and I probably will.
Frederick: What?! Don't speak such nonsense!
Brady: ...Huh?
Frederick: Now you listen to me, young man. The only way you'll keep living is if you WANT to keep living.
Brady: ......
Frederick: And sometimes wanting it isn't enough. Look at your father. He wanted to live with all his heart...but reality had other plans in store. So how do you expect to stay alive in a world like this if you DON'T want it? Stop blaming yourself and start looking toward your future. Because if you don't, I'll never leave. I'll be far too worried. Do you want your overprotective, meticulous father to nag you forever?
Brady: ...... It's funny. You said something like that once before...right before you died. I'd almost forgot...
Frederick: Good. I'm glad the other me didn't neglect to tell you.
Brady: You know, this has been a real wake-up call. I guess I do need to snap out of it.
Frederick: That's the spirit.
Brady: ...But hey, let me tell you something. Since I was too busy bawlin' my eyes out to say it to my real pop, I just wanted you to know that as much as you crowded me... I still liked having you around. ...So don't even think about dyin' on me again, or I'll break your face!
Frederick: Duly noted. I promise never to elicit such harsh words again.