[There's really no point in forcing them to be something they're not. It'd be a hollow victory, a victory that doesn't even count.
Undyne never gives up, but she's given up. But more than that, Undyne never cheats. Never takes a shortcut. She makes her way by her own strength alone, and if that proves inadequate, then that's that. She has to live with her weakness.
She's no heroine, not anymore. And she's not going to drag herself back into that role just by forcing a human to be the mustache-twirling villain they're not.]
I'm a goddamn liar.
[She curls her little hand into a fist and brings it down on the tile beside her.]
I don't even hate you!! That's the worst part!! I was lying!!!
[She sniffs, almost like she's about to cry. She hasn't cried once over what her life had become. Not in the many months she's spent, almost in a daze, at Papyrus and Sans' home. She hasn't shed a single tear. Something about the shock took the ability from her.
But a tear falls from her chin, and she realizes she is crying. She sniffs again, wiping her eyes on her arm.]
I-I'm a liar.
[She hiccups and hides her face, inhaling sharply through her teeth to keep herself from making too much noise. Her childlike emotions and her adultlike shame war with one another. She's a horrible, mixed up mess.]
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[There's really no point in forcing them to be something they're not. It'd be a hollow victory, a victory that doesn't even count.
Undyne never gives up, but she's given up. But more than that, Undyne never cheats. Never takes a shortcut. She makes her way by her own strength alone, and if that proves inadequate, then that's that. She has to live with her weakness.
She's no heroine, not anymore. And she's not going to drag herself back into that role just by forcing a human to be the mustache-twirling villain they're not.]
I'm a goddamn liar.
[She curls her little hand into a fist and brings it down on the tile beside her.]
I don't even hate you!! That's the worst part!! I was lying!!!
[She sniffs, almost like she's about to cry. She hasn't cried once over what her life had become. Not in the many months she's spent, almost in a daze, at Papyrus and Sans' home. She hasn't shed a single tear. Something about the shock took the ability from her.
But a tear falls from her chin, and she realizes she is crying. She sniffs again, wiping her eyes on her arm.]
I-I'm a liar.
[She hiccups and hides her face, inhaling sharply through her teeth to keep herself from making too much noise. Her childlike emotions and her adultlike shame war with one another. She's a horrible, mixed up mess.]