Why did they bring him up? Why can't they just wipe that name from their mind, obliterate it and all the weight it carries, bury his name like the Underground buried theirs? They don't want to talk about him. They don't want to think about him.
They think about him anyways.
Kind to a fault, so eager to please that he'd trip over himself to do it. A bright, vivacious sense of mischief and curiosity. The kind of kid who might be too soft and polite to ask "why" until your patience frays completely, but who would wonder and wonder all the same, probably. Would pick the very world apart looking for something to feed his endless appetite for learning, discovering, seeing something new.
No way his save points would be silent, they decide.
No way he could ever be the kind of person who would lose that fascinated, eager zest for life, no way he could be the kind of person who would follow in their footsteps, who would... who would succeed at it, too.
Ha, ha.
That's not funny.
They go quiet. Start parroting again, even if not intentionally. Grip that stupid toy pitchfork like Asgore held his trident. Head bowed, grip as weary and reluctant as if the weapon was unfathomably heavy. They don't want to talk about it. They don't.
You brought it up, Chara. You're the one who did this to yourself, pal. Already started down that path, so backing out would be weakness. Can't waver. Commit. "If you and I can both still SAVE... do you suppose he can, too?"
A stupid question. No reason he couldn't. But they have to keep going, right?
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They think about him anyways.
Kind to a fault, so eager to please that he'd trip over himself to do it. A bright, vivacious sense of mischief and curiosity. The kind of kid who might be too soft and polite to ask "why" until your patience frays completely, but who would wonder and wonder all the same, probably. Would pick the very world apart looking for something to feed his endless appetite for learning, discovering, seeing something new.
No way his save points would be silent, they decide.
No way he could ever be the kind of person who would lose that fascinated, eager zest for life, no way he could be the kind of person who would follow in their footsteps, who would... who would succeed at it, too.
Ha, ha.
That's not funny.
They go quiet. Start parroting again, even if not intentionally. Grip that stupid toy pitchfork like Asgore held his trident. Head bowed, grip as weary and reluctant as if the weapon was unfathomably heavy. They don't want to talk about it. They don't.
You brought it up, Chara. You're the one who did this to yourself, pal. Already started down that path, so backing out would be weakness. Can't waver. Commit. "If you and I can both still SAVE... do you suppose he can, too?"
A stupid question. No reason he couldn't. But they have to keep going, right?