He would never throw them away. He would never condemn them to sinking through emptiness, discarded and left behind...like he was. Even if it wouldn't be forever. It wasn't for him, either.
Funerals are important.
Jack reaches out when Frisk hides their face, but stops himself. He looks between them and the bloody, motionless body left on the grass. Then he takes a deep breath, and makes a decision.
The dirt makes a very satisfying sound when he drives his shovel down into it, just next to Chara-and-Frisk.
"This spot okay?" He looks over to Frisk for confirmation, before he lifts any soil free.
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Date: 2016-11-22 10:09 pm (UTC)Funerals are important.
Jack reaches out when Frisk hides their face, but stops himself. He looks between them and the bloody, motionless body left on the grass. Then he takes a deep breath, and makes a decision.
The dirt makes a very satisfying sound when he drives his shovel down into it, just next to Chara-and-Frisk.
"This spot okay?" He looks over to Frisk for confirmation, before he lifts any soil free.