"Yeah. Fire, flying." Cool. Maybe not worth the extra temper issues.
They visibly hesitate. A hand goes up to press against their chest, right where their SOUL usually came out.
"...I don't think so. I don't...I couldn't...reach. Anybody. I don't--I think I was just too mad. My SOUL was on fire too." It's like their rage blocked their SOUL and their ACTs. But they don't want to say that, it sounds too much like an excuse.
Yeah. They do need to FIGHT. Like Asgore. Did Chara FIGHT him too? Did Flowey even exist--?
Gonna fix it.
That slams their thoughts to a halt. And feels like they'd got a cold knife in the chest.
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Date: 2016-11-27 04:13 am (UTC)They visibly hesitate. A hand goes up to press against their chest, right where their SOUL usually came out.
"...I don't think so. I don't...I couldn't...reach. Anybody. I don't--I think I was just too mad. My SOUL was on fire too." It's like their rage blocked their SOUL and their ACTs. But they don't want to say that, it sounds too much like an excuse.
Yeah. They do need to FIGHT. Like Asgore. Did Chara FIGHT him too? Did Flowey even exist--?
Gonna fix it.
That slams their thoughts to a halt. And feels like they'd got a cold knife in the chest.
"...Yeah. Gonna. Don't...worry."