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[What's he say. What's he say. What's he
Is there anything to say? The other shoe was gonna drop. It was gonna falter. It was gonna fall. They knew exactly who to blame. Shadow's not a part of it. And that's fine. That's good.
He tore up the pages, burned the proverbial ashes. Let it all fall to pieces, and fade.
Yeah.
And look where that gets you.]
Is there anything to say? The other shoe was gonna drop. It was gonna falter. It was gonna fall. They knew exactly who to blame. Shadow's not a part of it. And that's fine. That's good.
He tore up the pages, burned the proverbial ashes. Let it all fall to pieces, and fade.
* don't forget.
Yeah.
And look where that gets you.]
[This is what he gets, for trying to hold onto something long gone. This is what he gets, for trying not to forget. This is what he gets, for asking for a - for an apology? Was it an apology? Did he get it? Does it matter? His skull feels too small and compact for the thoughts running rampant in his head, and if he had lungs he's fairly sure they'd be compressing his chest tighter, tighter, tighter -
But you don't need breath, for this. You don't need breath to feel your SOUL squeeze, your skull get lighter, your phalanges distant even as they're stretched across the covers of a bed that isn't his, because he's - he's goddamned sentimental, apparently. Not a trait he ever would'a slapped onto himself, but he was always a real good liar. Especially when it comes to himself.
No Integrity, to this one.
Not a drop.]
But you don't need breath, for this. You don't need breath to feel your SOUL squeeze, your skull get lighter, your phalanges distant even as they're stretched across the covers of a bed that isn't his, because he's - he's goddamned sentimental, apparently. Not a trait he ever would'a slapped onto himself, but he was always a real good liar. Especially when it comes to himself.
No Integrity, to this one.
Not a drop.]
[This comes in around the exact same time as Frisk's.]
* Everyone was there...
* But nobody came.
* Everyone was there...
* But nobody came.
[It's nicer than Frisk's was, but darker in its own right. Frisk - his interactions with 'em were always fraught with uncertainty, with not knowin' how they stood in regards to him and not knowin' how he stood where they were concerned. Can't rightly say how it is Chara came to be the easier of the two to talk to.
Perhaps because they were willing to talk, in the first place. Lay his sins out, plain and clean, instead of claiming forgiveness, like that would wipe the slate away.
They kept forgiving him, and that never made a single thing better.
He tried forgiving them, in turn, and that just made things worse.
The fallout from this won't be comin' quietly. He knows it. He knows it, and he's already watched the last of those memories go up in smoke. Smiles exchanged, (puns about boron), stupid water balloon fights, (a companionable elbow to the ribs after a long day of work), jokes and lies about wanting to get to know each other better -
That's three bridges burned, in quick succession.
Call it a new record.]
Perhaps because they were willing to talk, in the first place. Lay his sins out, plain and clean, instead of claiming forgiveness, like that would wipe the slate away.
They kept forgiving him, and that never made a single thing better.
He tried forgiving them, in turn, and that just made things worse.
The fallout from this won't be comin' quietly. He knows it. He knows it, and he's already watched the last of those memories go up in smoke. Smiles exchanged, (puns about boron), stupid water balloon fights, (a companionable elbow to the ribs after a long day of work), jokes and lies about wanting to get to know each other better -
That's three bridges burned, in quick succession.
Call it a new record.]
[When they actually take the time to come around is under question; it's not when Sans is there, or Alphys. There's just- envelopes, where there weren't envelopes before. Big, page sized envelopes, sitting on the coffee table.
One is addressed to him.]
One is addressed to him.]
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