Are they just - some hope he has, some abstracted yearning for a redemption that might or might not exist? They don't understand, can't understand. Plainly he wants this from them, but why does he want it from them? What have they done in any of the months they've spent here, any of the past year, to merit that?
What have they ever done but push and pull and prod and say things like this?
"Why are we family? Why...is it me? Is there anything about me that ever...?"
Could it have been anyone?
Could it have been any Frisk?
There are hundreds of them. There could be thousands. What else are they supposed to do? What is it about them, about this Frisk, that is - even remotely special, to him? What is it about them that's so appealing that he thinks they can be his redemption?
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Why me?
Are they just - some hope he has, some abstracted yearning for a redemption that might or might not exist? They don't understand, can't understand. Plainly he wants this from them, but why does he want it from them? What have they done in any of the months they've spent here, any of the past year, to merit that?
What have they ever done but push and pull and prod and say things like this?
"Why are we family? Why...is it me? Is there anything about me that ever...?"
Could it have been anyone?
Could it have been any Frisk?
There are hundreds of them. There could be thousands. What else are they supposed to do? What is it about them, about this Frisk, that is - even remotely special, to him? What is it about them that's so appealing that he thinks they can be his redemption?
Why do they have to be his redemption?
"It never mattered before."
Isn't it too late for it to start mattering now?