somuchlove | IC Contact [Hadriel]

I didn't tell him.

[One of those things that can go unsaid, in some spaces. Two children climb up a mountain; they don't need to ask each other why.

It wasn't a very happy reason. And that's enough.]

[It is enough, for them. But Sans was perceptive. If he asked that question and didn't receive an answer, it's possible he drew his own conclusions.]

As it is your right, Frisk. If he did not like receiving an answer then that is his problem.

[It's blunt, but on matters such as that they needed to be. Even if Sans asked the right questions it wasn't on Frisk to answer them all.]

I don't know.

[But they think they might. Accusatory tones and disappointed glances; killed again, yelled again, selfish again. Those were the type of looks that ripped the fabric of the world from golden corridors to golden flowers, because they could do better. They could be better, with an arsenal of forethought and anticipating people's every reaction behind them.

Can't do that anymore. It's just them.]

I really like Sans; he's nice. But we were never really friends, were we?

[Foresight makes things 20/20, but they're making up sayings on the spot. But Frisk is right with that line of thought. There were no do-overs in Hadriel, no way to set the clock back to try for something 'better', whatever that may be.

Sans, certainly, had made a point of mentioning that to Chara. But it's not as if they didn't remind him his inaction would result in the same thing.]

In the Underground? I honestly do not know what he considered us. It varied on what we did or did not do.

[It goes unspoken that they both knew the one way to truly hurt Sans was to kill Papyrus. Everything else was just judgement.]

In Hadriel there may be a chance. But Frisk, I wish to say something. If he does not make an effort then you do not have to either.

[He can make an effort for Chara but not Frisk? It's not fair. Or maybe that's just their sense of justice talking.]

[They don't have to try?

The idea sits with them for a moment, heavy and- a little ugly, Frisk thinks. You don't have to try, Chara says, as if it's just common logic.

But I do, Frisk wants to say back. I really do. If I don't, who else will? Two wrongs can't make a right. Besides...

Sometimes, when he calls them by their name, they almost think he's doing it because he can. Not just because sometimes, he needs to separate them from Chara.]

I guess so. But I still want to.

[They have to take a moment to just breathe before responding. Chara knows Frisk's SOUL, knows the kindness within it that would even extend to someone who didn't like the answers they provided. A snap call here isn't what either of them need.

They don't need an answer Chara would make. The path of genocide was an easy one, all things considered. They didn't have to try.]

I know Frisk. And you are kind for it. I just wanted you to know the option is there, as am I.

[You can talk to them. * I'm here.]

[The fact that Chara- takes their time, to think of what Frisk has said. To make sure they don't talk over them; if they knew, then Frisk would appreciate it. As it is, the words that meet their eyes are something invaluable, drawn into the upwards turn of their lips and the calm sensation of their SOUL, determined.]

I know. I'm here for you, too.

[We're in this together, Partner.]

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