[She wants to say they don't scare her, but the words hitch in her throat and come out wrong.] ...I'm already scared out of my mind, Frisk.
[She shakes her head. Something else about this event is messed up. Max wipes at her face with the jacket, cleaning away what's left of her crying.
The details of Frisk and Chara's lives were never clear to her. Her curiosity about how their time travel worked had eventually faded into acceptance that it was better not knowing. That's why she never talked to them about it. Now she sees that was selfish.
It still scares her, though.]
You'd think time travel would... help with that sort of thing.
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[She shakes her head. Something else about this event is messed up. Max wipes at her face with the jacket, cleaning away what's left of her crying.
The details of Frisk and Chara's lives were never clear to her. Her curiosity about how their time travel worked had eventually faded into acceptance that it was better not knowing. That's why she never talked to them about it. Now she sees that was selfish.
It still scares her, though.]
You'd think time travel would... help with that sort of thing.