[He's never heard them scream. Not like this. Not even a few days ago, when it was at its worst, when they were convinced they were Chara and glitching worse than they are now.]
[Is this cowardice? They want it. They're begging for it, demanding it. They're suffering, in pain he can't even imagine. And he's refusing. Refusing because he doesn't want to. Because what he wants is more important. Is that it?]
[He won't even do this one thing. Is this cowardice?]
it does matter. it does, because you matter, frisk, you matter to all of us. you matter to me. i care about you, even if i'm bad at it.
[And against all his better judgment, he pulls them forward into a hug. A real one, holding desperately, no bones, no ribs to tear them to pieces.]
[If this is cowardice, then so be it. He's always been a coward.]
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[Is this cowardice? They want it. They're begging for it, demanding it. They're suffering, in pain he can't even imagine. And he's refusing. Refusing because he doesn't want to. Because what he wants is more important. Is that it?]
[He won't even do this one thing. Is this cowardice?]
it does matter. it does, because you matter, frisk, you matter to all of us. you matter to me. i care about you, even if i'm bad at it.
[And against all his better judgment, he pulls them forward into a hug. A real one, holding desperately, no bones, no ribs to tear them to pieces.]
[If this is cowardice, then so be it. He's always been a coward.]
i'm sorry, kid. i won't do it. i'm sorry.