[...oh. Oh. She's made - plans. As if to make up for what happened before. Even if she doesn't have to, she doesn't have to at all, and there's the immediate response that has hands fisting into the fabric of their sweater at their front, pulling and twisting at the loose and fraying threads. Grateful that it isn't Toriel's. Ruining that would be anathema, on top of everything.
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She's doing all this...for them?]
Thank you.
You didn't have to do this.
Thank y ou