"People...Alphys. She called determination the - the resolve to change fate."

The power to alter the very fabric of the world. Bright red and bristling, like a trident that slams through a button pronouncing MERCY, and breaks it beyond repair. The power to take the world and roll it in between your palms like kneading dough, or clay, and shape it to your will.

But only so much. Only so much.

You can't change what's already been set in the wet concrete.

"...was she wrong?"