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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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[fulllifeconsequences]

[...Is it?

They stall for time by drinking their tea. Or maybe they're just sipping it to mirror what Frisk's doing.]

* "Dream" Heals 12 HP
* The goal of "Determination."

[They wonder, sort of, if Frisk had been disappointed that it healed less once the battle was over. Maybe they were relieved that they didn't need the extra boost anymore.

Maybe they were just unsettled that a Dream would behave so similarly to a Bad Memory.]

Does that answer your question? Or am I maybe just reciting things that don't really mean anything?

[They laugh a little. They don't know the answer to that question, honestly.]

I can't say that everything I was determined to do was necessarily something I'd call a "wish" or a "dream," though.

[A "way out," perhaps. Or a "last resort." Wonder how much HP one of those would heal!]

[determinedest]

[Well, they suppose that does answer it, for a time. Hoping and dreaming. Not just esoteric concepts, but things you could reach for and actively attain. Tangible things that helped you, and made it all hurt a little bit less.]

I guess, [Frisk murmurs. They're not sure how much they're meant to derive from things like that. Maybe a Dream is just like Determination. Something able to be made manifest through sheer force of will. Just about any law, it seems, can be bent if one has enough will to forge behind it.]

Hopes and dreams.

[They laugh, quietly, though there isn't much strength behind it. Mostly just a strange sadness they're not sure how to place.]

Monsters are weird.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Monsters are the least weird of all. I think it's us who are the weird ones.

[It's weirder to not know how to wish than to be made of optimistic and bubbly things, isn't it? It's weirder to hate something you don't even know at all than to love it.

They don't want this to be normal. They don't want this to be all they can expect. Easier to keep being an aberration, an exception, something that deserves different standards than real people do.]

I mean, we're having tea and frosting at midnight.

[determinedest]

I guess.

[Humans are equally baffling, sometimes. They're still not sure how they got to have so many friends, both children and adults. How they got to feeling so safe around people who've killed them, who've threatened to kill them, who acknowledge their sins but choose to love them anyway.]

Well. If we're weird, we can be weird together, [Frisk says, trying for airy and landing somewhere between tired and strangely fond.] That way neither of us is alone.