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[determinedest]

Yeah, but you...you ask and stuff. Always make sure I'm okay. Ask before touching. Because you, you know what it's...

[What it's like.

It's not for a very happy reason. But even unhappy reasons, they think, maybe, can shape them into something they can come to love? Maybe the unhappy reasons aren't all that they are.

Soulmates. Not simply SOULmates, but...soulmates. It's nice. It's simple. They like it.

Frisk smiles faintly.]

Okay. Then that's what we can be, then.

[They say it with the air of finality, like signing a contract. Boom, soulmates. And it means...ha ha, well it's kind of literal too, isn't it? They've shared a SOUL. They've seen the best and the worst of each other and came out loving one another anyway. Best friends, maybe, doesn't quite cover it.

Maybe it's not always perfect. But Sans kind of said, more or less, that loving someone else is one of the strangest, most terrifying things someone can do to another person. It's scary, opening yourself up like that.

But they don't mind it so much. It's worth it.]