Sounds easy, right? No, actually, not at all. Three scabby, dull fragments of SOUL and nothing more. A name on an empty coffin. A drawing of a flower taped to a wall, no signature in its corner. Fragments, tiny and elusive. The parts that were lost are never coming back. Your LV never goes down, because there's no convenient loophole to exploit. The distance you've gathered can't be removed. You've retreated a little further into that pitch-black emptiness. How can you expect to be found?
But despite everything, it doesn't... it doesn't sound impossible.
Chara laughs softly. It's very Frisk, to turn the rules on their ear like that and make their impossible optimism actually seem achievable. Do they even realize how Frisklike their answer is? How distinctive and precious a person they really, truly are.
"I would never get this far without you," they observe, soft laughter still in their voice. There's no change without a catalyst. Someone so used to leaving what they are in other people's hands doesn't know how to start without a push. As hard to convince as Chara is, as skeptical and resigned and stubborn as they are, Frisk is still trying. An irritated, dismissive demand that Chara must just want to be proven right, that nothing's good enough for them, but...
But they deserve more credit than they've gotten. From Chara, from the world, from themself.
"Even if you say you didn't treat me fairly at first... from the very start, you never totally believed that stuff about not tasting or sleeping, did you? You were always looking for something more in me."
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But despite everything, it doesn't... it doesn't sound impossible.
Chara laughs softly. It's very Frisk, to turn the rules on their ear like that and make their impossible optimism actually seem achievable. Do they even realize how Frisklike their answer is? How distinctive and precious a person they really, truly are.
"I would never get this far without you," they observe, soft laughter still in their voice. There's no change without a catalyst. Someone so used to leaving what they are in other people's hands doesn't know how to start without a push. As hard to convince as Chara is, as skeptical and resigned and stubborn as they are, Frisk is still trying. An irritated, dismissive demand that Chara must just want to be proven right, that nothing's good enough for them, but...
But they deserve more credit than they've gotten. From Chara, from the world, from themself.
"Even if you say you didn't treat me fairly at first... from the very start, you never totally believed that stuff about not tasting or sleeping, did you? You were always looking for something more in me."