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[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.