[Even if they were less alone than they first assumed, in the end, when the final departure closes over them like waves over a drowning person's skull, when they exit the dark and step into the sun, there's the echo of old words in their head, in their chest, in their SOUL.]
[Guess it really is still just you, Frisk.]
I guess it's selfish to think it, but I don't want to lose someone who knows how it feels.
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[Even if they were less alone than they first assumed, in the end, when the final departure closes over them like waves over a drowning person's skull, when they exit the dark and step into the sun, there's the echo of old words in their head, in their chest, in their SOUL.]
[Guess it really is still just you, Frisk.]
I guess it's selfish to think it, but I don't want to lose someone who knows how it feels.