"Is that the answer?" They ask softly, lying on a public library floor like some kind of filthy animal.
"Just... accept it? You're nothing and no one, not even yourself, but at least you can have fun with it while it lasts?" That's how it is on this bitch of an earth! Existence is meaningless, so may as well embrace it! Laugh in the face of the sheer absurdity of futility! There's freedom in that, isn't there? They can see the liberation behind the concept. If nothing matters, might as well do anything. Strength through...
Ha ha. Strength through negation of self?
They do, for what it's worth, giggle a bit.
"How funny that we should come so far on this back-and-forth. First I am a demon, then I'm not. Now, I suppose, I am again. We're not our own people, we're not individuals, we're just... a feeling. A fleeting experience of progression." Flopped onto their side in an ungainly little pile, they look up at Frisk, giggle once more. But that way of thinking... it'd been wrong, hadn't it? All the insistence things were different, they were a person, they weren't a demon, they were something more substantial than mere experience... was that all fake, too? Is this where the world is, ultimately, guiding them? They just can't understand!
"Which is worse, Frisk...? If the reason you're alive is... if your purpose is necessary, but ultimately a damning one... or for your existence to not have any basis whatsoever?"
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"Just... accept it? You're nothing and no one, not even yourself, but at least you can have fun with it while it lasts?" That's how it is on this bitch of an earth! Existence is meaningless, so may as well embrace it! Laugh in the face of the sheer absurdity of futility! There's freedom in that, isn't there? They can see the liberation behind the concept. If nothing matters, might as well do anything. Strength through...
Ha ha. Strength through negation of self?
They do, for what it's worth, giggle a bit.
"How funny that we should come so far on this back-and-forth. First I am a demon, then I'm not. Now, I suppose, I am again. We're not our own people, we're not individuals, we're just... a feeling. A fleeting experience of progression." Flopped onto their side in an ungainly little pile, they look up at Frisk, giggle once more. But that way of thinking... it'd been wrong, hadn't it? All the insistence things were different, they were a person, they weren't a demon, they were something more substantial than mere experience... was that all fake, too? Is this where the world is, ultimately, guiding them? They just can't understand!
"Which is worse, Frisk...? If the reason you're alive is... if your purpose is necessary, but ultimately a damning one... or for your existence to not have any basis whatsoever?"