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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;

[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.