[* You laugh, and keep laughing. It's SO funny, you can't stop. Tears run down your face.
* ...What? You didn't do that?
No. That isn't Frisk. That's Chara.]
* But it's not funny.
[Mumbled to themselves more than Frisk, with shaking shoulders and white-knuckled, quivering hands. One on the knife, one on the locket. The last things that were theirs. Best friends forever.
They let go.
Bury their face in their hands, hunch over the body they pinned to the snow and struck over and over again. Why would you go and say something like that, Frisk? After Asriel already buried their memory, already declared someone else the friend he always wished he had?
Why would you be so nice to Chara?]
You don't forgive me.
* You don't forgive me.
[The asterisk creeps into their voice again, like it's something they can announce and have it become unalterable, undeniable fact. Like they can force Frisk to think that way. To deny Chara's existence, to make but I'm not like that into a mantra again.]
i mean if that one job was RUIN EVERYTHING then mission accomplished
* ...What? You didn't do that?
No. That isn't Frisk. That's Chara.]
* But it's not funny.
[Mumbled to themselves more than Frisk, with shaking shoulders and white-knuckled, quivering hands. One on the knife, one on the locket. The last things that were theirs. Best friends forever.
They let go.
Bury their face in their hands, hunch over the body they pinned to the snow and struck over and over again. Why would you go and say something like that, Frisk? After Asriel already buried their memory, already declared someone else the friend he always wished he had?
Why would you be so nice to Chara?]
You don't forgive me.
* You don't forgive me.
[The asterisk creeps into their voice again, like it's something they can announce and have it become unalterable, undeniable fact. Like they can force Frisk to think that way. To deny Chara's existence, to make but I'm not like that into a mantra again.]