I made myself a difficult voice to drown out. But... no, I suppose you didn't.
[Easier, maybe, to sit back. When you know someone else has a plan, knows exactly what to do, is willing to say they'll take care of all the hard, unpleasant dirty work. Better than fighting when you don't really know, yet, what to do, who you are, what you want.]
There's redness in you too, though. You did assert yourself in some very potent ways, when you finally decided to.
[They were the one with the power to SAVE the world, after all.]
But I think... if there is something you do not have enough of, then it might be something I have too much of.
[There is, they sort of realize, an ugliness to determination. The horror of hindsight, a clarity that simply was not there at the time. Simply... a decision. A plan. Building it up, assembling the steps, seeing nothing but the end goal. Feverishly cutting parts of yourself away to streamline the path from point A to point B. Not stopping to listen, really listen, understand that a roundabout, faint "I don't like this" is a no, is a "I can't do this." The resigned "this is my duty" that Asgore wore like a crown, the "this is for your own good" that Toriel held before her as she looked through you.
That's determination, too.]
You may not have known how to speak up, but... you know how to stop.
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[Easier, maybe, to sit back. When you know someone else has a plan, knows exactly what to do, is willing to say they'll take care of all the hard, unpleasant dirty work. Better than fighting when you don't really know, yet, what to do, who you are, what you want.]
There's redness in you too, though. You did assert yourself in some very potent ways, when you finally decided to.
[They were the one with the power to SAVE the world, after all.]
But I think... if there is something you do not have enough of, then it might be something I have too much of.
[There is, they sort of realize, an ugliness to determination. The horror of hindsight, a clarity that simply was not there at the time. Simply... a decision. A plan. Building it up, assembling the steps, seeing nothing but the end goal. Feverishly cutting parts of yourself away to streamline the path from point A to point B. Not stopping to listen, really listen, understand that a roundabout, faint "I don't like this" is a no, is a "I can't do this." The resigned "this is my duty" that Asgore wore like a crown, the "this is for your own good" that Toriel held before her as she looked through you.
That's determination, too.]
You may not have known how to speak up, but... you know how to stop.