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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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text;

[catchacold]

Think I did.

[Not that he'd ever specified killing their mirror in the promises - threats? - he had made to them before, but he's fairly certain it falls within that bracket.]

You have a lot of people caring about you.

text;

[determinedest]

I guess I do, ha ha. Not sure if my mirror planned that one out.

[No one has to die, they'd told Arya. It still holds true. They don't think - they can't think that their Mirror, terrifying as they are, is somehow beyond redemption, undeserving of the same chances they give everyone else.]

text;

[catchacold]

Maybe your mirror knows you. Doesn't seem to know as much about how other people think about you.

Which adds up. Think you forget too.

text;

[determinedest]

I guess. I made this mistake back home too.

[And it's your fault, that insidious voice hisses in the back of your mind. Because you MADE them love you! If you didn't make all these great friends, you wouldn't be in so much pain all the time, would you? You wouldn't have to feel anything at all!

Wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't that be easier?

They don't need to answer the question, really. They already know the answer.]

text;

[catchacold]

You can't keep people from making their own choices. We all chose to take care of you.

Tell me when you're hurt. Tell me when you need someone else to hurt.

Take care, kid.

text;

[determinedest]

No one else needs to hurt.

[On this point, they are adamant. Their Mirror has not earned their forgiveness, perhaps, but they do not need to be hurt. This is axiom.]

But thank you.

You too.