It’s not a secret. It never was. They’re just, it’s just, it feels like they’re intruding on something that shouldn’t be easily forgotten. They went back to a desolate world that Frisk destroyed, to mourn a cousin that Frisk killed. It doesn’t feel right to grieve a loss that they themself, in many ways, effected.
But they don’t have to say it. So they don’t.
“They went home,” Frisk confirms softly, with a nod. “Maybe they’ll come back someday.”
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It’s not a secret. It never was. They’re just, it’s just, it feels like they’re intruding on something that shouldn’t be easily forgotten. They went back to a desolate world that Frisk destroyed, to mourn a cousin that Frisk killed. It doesn’t feel right to grieve a loss that they themself, in many ways, effected.
But they don’t have to say it. So they don’t.
“They went home,” Frisk confirms softly, with a nod. “Maybe they’ll come back someday.”
There’s an unspoken “but” there, all the same.