[Frisk intends to disappear without a goodbye. There might be friends who want to bring them to the surface, but someone has to take care of these flowers. Chara... they... hesitate?
No, that doesn't make sense. They're not the one who hesitates. They know plans have to be secrets sometimes. Nobody will feel like they've failed if a child just happens to get sick. Nobody will angry at Asriel if they just think he's honoring his best friend's dying wish, not setting out to reap SOULs. You can't expect people to understand. Nobody will understand you.
But it seems... well, no. Never mind. The consequences of vanishing abruptly from everyone's lives are none of their business. They were already gone. Chara scribbles the thought out. They still like this plan.]
Thanks, I guess.
[Chara staunchly looks at nothing more than the bit of floor directly in front of them. For how long it's really been, the room still... it doesn't look like Room 12 On Floor Two In Wonderland. It looks like New Home. His bed, my bed, our clothes. The additions of mirrors and windowsills and bathrooms, the subtraction of photographs and drawings of flowers... they still aren't enough to make it somewhere totally new, divorced from nostalgia.
Which is... stupid, huh? Asriel never even set foot in this room, this time.
Or maybe it's not stupid at all. Maybe it's a good sign if this doesn't feel like a... like New New Home or something. Maybe it's better to remember that this is a temporary setup.
They try not to think about it as they shuffle wearily into the room, head off to clean themselves up.]
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No, that doesn't make sense. They're not the one who hesitates. They know plans have to be secrets sometimes. Nobody will feel like they've failed if a child just happens to get sick. Nobody will angry at Asriel if they just think he's honoring his best friend's dying wish, not setting out to reap SOULs. You can't expect people to understand. Nobody will understand you.
But it seems... well, no. Never mind. The consequences of vanishing abruptly from everyone's lives are none of their business. They were already gone. Chara scribbles the thought out. They still like this plan.]
Thanks, I guess.
[Chara staunchly looks at nothing more than the bit of floor directly in front of them. For how long it's really been, the room still... it doesn't look like Room 12 On Floor Two In Wonderland. It looks like New Home. His bed, my bed, our clothes. The additions of mirrors and windowsills and bathrooms, the subtraction of photographs and drawings of flowers... they still aren't enough to make it somewhere totally new, divorced from nostalgia.
Which is... stupid, huh? Asriel never even set foot in this room, this time.
Or maybe it's not stupid at all. Maybe it's a good sign if this doesn't feel like a... like New New Home or something. Maybe it's better to remember that this is a temporary setup.
They try not to think about it as they shuffle wearily into the room, head off to clean themselves up.]