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[determinedest]

You've reached Frisk. If I'm not answering my phone, please leave a message or find me on the second floor, Room 12.

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[didntknowbest]

Fool.

[Toriel has nothing else to say to that- she is the ruler of an empire on the surface. Even if those memories are fake, she still feels that dealing with a human child's willful ignorance is beneath her. She will not repeat herself because they refuse to listen to what she has to say.]

Then on that, at least, we are in agreement.

[determinedest]

Good.

[So she's like a lot of the other mirrors, then. Full of hatred, disgust, contempt. They shouldn't be surprised.]

Is that all you had to say to me?

[didntknowbest]

Yes.

I wanted to make sure you understood the nature of what you are, and my Real's feelings about yourself.

I do not expect you to disagree. I simply wished to erase any doubts you had about the truth.

[On the other side, Toriel caps the marker- waits to see if Frisk has any last words to her or not, and then turns and leaves. She has no interest in wasting more time on this human for now.]

[determinedest]

Fine.

[Their response is curt, like her words. It pains them to be so openly scornful, but they know what she's saying isn't...true. Not wholly.

They hold the words close to their heart, as if that might lessen the impact of the encounter.

It doesn't. But Frisk turns away regardless, and takes their leave.]