"Of course it's okay. I could never do it alone." Maybe neither of them could. Certainly, neither of them want to do it alone. Haven't they gotten this far by being two halves of a whole? By leaning on each other when they don't have the strength to stand? If they can't see the good and worthwhile things in themselves, then they can at least trust in what their partner sees.
"Isn't that sort of what we do when our SOULs connect?" They ask, fingertips gliding over the smooth painted surface of a tiny wooden heart bound around their wrist. "You can see yourself through my eyes for a bit, when we're tangled like that. God only knows how insufficient words alone are, when it comes to trying to name all the things that make up my soulmate."
Even just calling it "things" feels vague and inaccurate. It's more than objects, than shallow preferences. It's the whole, complete worlds they see within Frisk. In things like this, in the way they can keep pushing through the unknowns and the I-can'ts to find something to hold onto. Again and again they suffer; again and again they get back on their feet. They will not be defeated. They won't let their spirit be destroyed.
"Maybe, for now... those glimpses are enough. Until we have ground under our own feet, maybe it's okay to keep each other afloat like this? Even if I can only start by defining myself as your friend, that's better than silence. I may have nothing if I have to picture who Chara is, but I doubt I could ever run out of things to say about who Frisk is."
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"Isn't that sort of what we do when our SOULs connect?" They ask, fingertips gliding over the smooth painted surface of a tiny wooden heart bound around their wrist. "You can see yourself through my eyes for a bit, when we're tangled like that. God only knows how insufficient words alone are, when it comes to trying to name all the things that make up my soulmate."
Even just calling it "things" feels vague and inaccurate. It's more than objects, than shallow preferences. It's the whole, complete worlds they see within Frisk. In things like this, in the way they can keep pushing through the unknowns and the I-can'ts to find something to hold onto. Again and again they suffer; again and again they get back on their feet. They will not be defeated. They won't let their spirit be destroyed.
"Maybe, for now... those glimpses are enough. Until we have ground under our own feet, maybe it's okay to keep each other afloat like this? Even if I can only start by defining myself as your friend, that's better than silence. I may have nothing if I have to picture who Chara is, but I doubt I could ever run out of things to say about who Frisk is."