punful: (what do you call a skeleton in the rain?)
sans ([personal profile] punful) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2017-11-04 04:59 am (UTC)

He's quiet.

He watches them evenly through dim eyelights as they talk. As realization comes over them. As the truth comes out.

Maybe it's sad, the swell of pride in his soul when they say they didn't deserve it. They've never been able to say it before. Never thought enough of themselves to say it. They've got it, now. They've realized. It means they're getting a little better.

It means so much.

It dampens the sting of what they say next.

He knew it was coming. Knew it was over. But hypocrite that he is, he never did know when to QUIT. Had to hear them say it first. Had to hear them say it, so that he wasn't still just guessing, still just assuming, still just letting his selfish self-hate run away with him.

It's over.

And even if you don't know when to QUIT, it happens eventually.

"i'm proud of you, frisk."

They don't have a choice but to tell the truth, but they did choose it.

"it's okay, kid. really. can't lie, anyway. this...this is what i meant, about you being...happy. being you. choosing."

It still just...

Hurts.

He's quiet again for awhile.

"what," he says very softly, "do you want to do now?"

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