"...All of my friends hurt me." Even Sans, though that was just their feelings. "They thought they had to. So did you. I'm not mad. 'F I was, I wouldn't have any friends at all."
Slowly, Frisk sits up, since that seems more serious than talking lying down.
The 'upset' thing rings true, but that doesn't matter.
"Don't care. I'd rather be friends than not. And you...don't...you haven't had enough where you're from."
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Date: 2016-01-23 06:17 pm (UTC)Slowly, Frisk sits up, since that seems more serious than talking lying down.
The 'upset' thing rings true, but that doesn't matter.
"Don't care. I'd rather be friends than not. And you...don't...you haven't had enough where you're from."