Oh. They nod and summon up a tiny, watery smile. They're grateful.
They keep it together for about five minutes before their mind slides back into thinking about the people they miss, and they just sob as quietly as they can.
Is everyone okay? Are they afraid, now that Frisk's gone? They'd agreed to be Asgore's ambassador, after all. And Toriel...Toriel, who already lost so many children, who they said and promised they'd stay with this time. And their Sans who they're pretty sure was so proud of them, and Papyrus who was sure they'd be great working together on the surface to make humans like them, and Undyne, who were already so happy with her girlfriend, and Alphys who had mumbled thanks for them both because Frisk helped her be brave and tell the truth and she was so sure they'd keep helping--if they wanted to, of course--
They get themselves to stop long before Sans actually gets back. They're still in the chair, face all blotchy again. Frisk doesn't seem to be in any condition to get out, but somehow they've gotten it even closer to the window, enough that they were leaning forward to press their hands down on the ledge. Their gaze was fixed on the sprinkle of stars that were appearing high above, almost challenging.
They hoped and dreamed and wished harder than they did on any star or starlike thing before that everyone was happy where they were.
Delayed reaction again, tipping back until they bumped the back of the chair, and only then looking back over. They look--oddly, a tiny bit wary, even though that's probably ungrateful of them. They remember their quiet theory, though, and it honestly can't hurt.
So they take it. "Thanks, Sans." And...notice his own condition properly. "Are you--you're...you're going to sleep soon too, right?"
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Date: 2015-12-23 07:41 am (UTC)They keep it together for about five minutes before their mind slides back into thinking about the people they miss, and they just sob as quietly as they can.
Is everyone okay? Are they afraid, now that Frisk's gone? They'd agreed to be Asgore's ambassador, after all. And Toriel...Toriel, who already lost so many children, who they said and promised they'd stay with this time. And their Sans who they're pretty sure was so proud of them, and Papyrus who was sure they'd be great working together on the surface to make humans like them, and Undyne, who were already so happy with her girlfriend, and Alphys who had mumbled thanks for them both because Frisk helped her be brave and tell the truth and she was so sure they'd keep helping--if they wanted to, of course--
They get themselves to stop long before Sans actually gets back. They're still in the chair, face all blotchy again. Frisk doesn't seem to be in any condition to get out, but somehow they've gotten it even closer to the window, enough that they were leaning forward to press their hands down on the ledge. Their gaze was fixed on the sprinkle of stars that were appearing high above, almost challenging.
They hoped and dreamed and wished harder than they did on any star or starlike thing before that everyone was happy where they were.
Delayed reaction again, tipping back until they bumped the back of the chair, and only then looking back over. They look--oddly, a tiny bit wary, even though that's probably ungrateful of them. They remember their quiet theory, though, and it honestly can't hurt.
So they take it. "Thanks, Sans." And...notice his own condition properly. "Are you--you're...you're going to sleep soon too, right?"