Reset. Scrub the slate clean, start over. Deep breath. Frisk nods, gulps down the lump in their throat. Let Chara talk, even if it feels like they might be fumbling over the words a little bit. But that's all right. They've both been fumbling, floundering. Don't know how to really love all that well, maybe. Don't know how to express something that isn't expressable through grand, self-sacrifical actions.
So reset. Not RESET, just...reset. Let's start from the beginning.
"You're not why I'm unhappy," says Frisk, head ducking in embarrassment and sheepish acknowledgment. "I don't know why I'm not always happy all the time. I think that's just 'cause I remember too much. And I don't like remembering it. Don't know what else to do with it, so I just - cry, sometimes. Or, or I say or do stupid things, 'cause I dunno - how's it supposed to be? How're kids...how should we be - "
How should they be handling things like this, always walking around with that guilt weighing in their SOUL. How's it supposed to be, with kids? How are they supposed to act or think or feel? Neither of them are paragons of normality, not really, but Frisk doesn't know a single person who is, back home or in Wonderland.
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So reset. Not RESET, just...reset. Let's start from the beginning.
"You're not why I'm unhappy," says Frisk, head ducking in embarrassment and sheepish acknowledgment. "I don't know why I'm not always happy all the time. I think that's just 'cause I remember too much. And I don't like remembering it. Don't know what else to do with it, so I just - cry, sometimes. Or, or I say or do stupid things, 'cause I dunno - how's it supposed to be? How're kids...how should we be - "
How should they be handling things like this, always walking around with that guilt weighing in their SOUL. How's it supposed to be, with kids? How are they supposed to act or think or feel? Neither of them are paragons of normality, not really, but Frisk doesn't know a single person who is, back home or in Wonderland.