It wouldn't have spared them forever. And even if they were repulsed by what they were hearing--well. That sort of thing's never stopped them from moving forward. Even if they see a familiar distrust in the black eyes peering back at them that makes their body stiffen.
Papyrus wasn't dangerous, and one person they loved very much, and they cared for just about everyone in the Underground, but everyone? Everyone. That's harder to wrap their head around. Personally since they'd panicked hard when Asgore died, went back mostly just for that, and just the sense of scale. Not impossible, because they know Flowey's done things, wanted to do things, just...harder.
Until Frisk pictures it simply as going back and finding nothing but dust.
They feel sick.
Distantly, they marvel at how Sans didn't just kill them on sight.
They're tired, tired, tired. They think they've cried themselves out for the night, too, because their eyes just feel prickly instead of damp.
There's no proper thought process, do this because that, but Frisk is very suddenly slipping off the chair to sit on the floor, instead. Technically physically nearer to Sans, but just around the corner.
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Date: 2015-12-26 04:52 am (UTC)Papyrus wasn't dangerous, and one person they loved very much, and they cared for just about everyone in the Underground, but everyone? Everyone. That's harder to wrap their head around. Personally since they'd panicked hard when Asgore died, went back mostly just for that, and just the sense of scale. Not impossible, because they know Flowey's done things, wanted to do things, just...harder.
Until Frisk pictures it simply as going back and finding nothing but dust.
They feel sick.
Distantly, they marvel at how Sans didn't just kill them on sight.
They're tired, tired, tired. They think they've cried themselves out for the night, too, because their eyes just feel prickly instead of damp.
There's no proper thought process, do this because that, but Frisk is very suddenly slipping off the chair to sit on the floor, instead. Technically physically nearer to Sans, but just around the corner.
Their aching SOUL tells them it's still a risk.
They don't care in the least.