[Max stares at them, confused. While she knows that Frisk, Chara, Sans, and some of the other Underground monsters have had difficult lives, the extent of how that's affected them is a little out of her reach.
Or is it? The more she listens to Frisk, the more she comes to understand that their struggle is similar.
She looks away again as she brushes at her eyes and sniffs, still recovering from her bout of crying.]
I think... more than me, you're the one trapped in a room, rewinding over and over...
[She closes her eyes and leans her head against the wall. The sound of Nathan's gun is still ringing in her ears. She wonders what that would feel like if she was Frisk's age- if she'd been stuck with her power for however long Frisk has. Like shit, no doubt.]
Take some of your own advice, okay? Just stop and... walk outside. Have a bad cry about it.
[The joke falls flat. Max stands up, bunching up her tear- and blood-stained jacket. She makes sure to pick up the pack of cigarettes too, and somehow feels ashamed for it in front of Frisk.]
Maybe learn to leave it behind...
[And Max feels like an absolute hypocrite saying that. Worse, she doesn't think she can be what Frisk was for her in that bathroom. Some stranger come to tell her everything would be alright, that she should let go, and to hold her hand as she walked out the door.
Someday, maybe, she can help Frisk the way they helped her. But not today.
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[Max stares at them, confused. While she knows that Frisk, Chara, Sans, and some of the other Underground monsters have had difficult lives, the extent of how that's affected them is a little out of her reach.
Or is it? The more she listens to Frisk, the more she comes to understand that their struggle is similar.
She looks away again as she brushes at her eyes and sniffs, still recovering from her bout of crying.]
I think... more than me, you're the one trapped in a room, rewinding over and over...
[She closes her eyes and leans her head against the wall. The sound of Nathan's gun is still ringing in her ears. She wonders what that would feel like if she was Frisk's age- if she'd been stuck with her power for however long Frisk has. Like shit, no doubt.]
Take some of your own advice, okay? Just stop and... walk outside. Have a bad cry about it.
[The joke falls flat. Max stands up, bunching up her tear- and blood-stained jacket. She makes sure to pick up the pack of cigarettes too, and somehow feels ashamed for it in front of Frisk.]
Maybe learn to leave it behind...
[And Max feels like an absolute hypocrite saying that. Worse, she doesn't think she can be what Frisk was for her in that bathroom. Some stranger come to tell her everything would be alright, that she should let go, and to hold her hand as she walked out the door.
Someday, maybe, she can help Frisk the way they helped her. But not today.
Sorry, she thinks, and means it.]