[Frisk glances up, unable to mask their shock. Chara might be adept at reading them most of the time, but they're not sure how much of that question has to do with expecting some kind of lashing out, being conditioned to retreat and hate themselves and blame themselves, because they must have made Toriel love them.
Frisk looks back at the pie, pictures it like the way it was in the worst timelines. Just a tool. A lifeless thing to be swallowed down at an opportune moment.
They consider whether they actually feel angry. But...no, not really. Not angry. Just not really very anything.]
No. Not...not you. I don't know if I'm even mad, to be honest. I'm just...tired.
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[Frisk glances up, unable to mask their shock. Chara might be adept at reading them most of the time, but they're not sure how much of that question has to do with expecting some kind of lashing out, being conditioned to retreat and hate themselves and blame themselves, because they must have made Toriel love them.
Frisk looks back at the pie, pictures it like the way it was in the worst timelines. Just a tool. A lifeless thing to be swallowed down at an opportune moment.
They consider whether they actually feel angry. But...no, not really. Not angry. Just not really very anything.]
No. Not...not you. I don't know if I'm even mad, to be honest. I'm just...tired.