[That's... so much better than what she had expected, actually. More than she could have dreamed.]
I... I see. Frisk had mentioned something about other timelines, but. I was not aware that anyone but them would be from a different one. I was not even sure if they were telling the truth, if they were just lying, or perhaps using it as some kind of coping mechanism, deflecting blame onto other imagined versions of themselves.
[...Trying to keep things light and jokey isn't really an option anymore, is it? No, she supposes not.]
...If that's the case, then. I may have been too harsh on them... but...
[She pauses, bringing a hand to her face- tracing the cut that they had left there. It's gone, of course- no trace that she had been torn asunder and turned to dust, but. She remembers how it'd felt. To be struck with such an intense attack. The emotions- or rather, the lack of them, behind it.]
No... they still... they still did it. They killed me, for no other reason than to watch me die. Not even Asgore could lay claim to such a grisly and pointless reason to take a life. Going to another timeline and acting like it did not happen... it does not change what they did. They did not deny it...
[Not entirely convinced. She wants to be- to be able to hold them to the same standards that she held Asgore to. No amount of regret on his part would let her forgive him for what he had done. But at the same time... he is not a child. She cannot possibly hold them to the same standards, but...
She does not want to get close to them. She does not want to leave herself open, and vulnerable to them again. She does not want to make the same mistake twice.]
Still... I am glad that at least somewhere out there, things could have gone better.
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I... I see. Frisk had mentioned something about other timelines, but. I was not aware that anyone but them would be from a different one. I was not even sure if they were telling the truth, if they were just lying, or perhaps using it as some kind of coping mechanism, deflecting blame onto other imagined versions of themselves.
[...Trying to keep things light and jokey isn't really an option anymore, is it? No, she supposes not.]
...If that's the case, then. I may have been too harsh on them... but...
[She pauses, bringing a hand to her face- tracing the cut that they had left there. It's gone, of course- no trace that she had been torn asunder and turned to dust, but. She remembers how it'd felt. To be struck with such an intense attack. The emotions- or rather, the lack of them, behind it.]
No... they still... they still did it. They killed me, for no other reason than to watch me die. Not even Asgore could lay claim to such a grisly and pointless reason to take a life. Going to another timeline and acting like it did not happen... it does not change what they did. They did not deny it...
[Not entirely convinced. She wants to be- to be able to hold them to the same standards that she held Asgore to. No amount of regret on his part would let her forgive him for what he had done. But at the same time... he is not a child. She cannot possibly hold them to the same standards, but...
She does not want to get close to them. She does not want to leave herself open, and vulnerable to them again. She does not want to make the same mistake twice.]
Still... I am glad that at least somewhere out there, things could have gone better.