One second, one heartbeat, and if it was just pain they could maybe stand it but it's not, it's more, and their body is out of anyone's control and when they can feel again they've crashed down on their knees.
"I don't care!" Should doesn't matter--hands seize their hair and dig in and they fling memories at her, Undyne's glowing spears slamming through their torso, Asgore's burning flames swallowing them up, Mettaton's bombs, again and again and again and again and again and again and again, and Chara's knife through their chest and back and throat and draining colors and nothing, because that happens! It shouldn't, it's not fair, but it just does! They couldn't stop it then, they can't stop her now, and they can't fix it now but they can handle it! They're determined! Why doesn't she get it, why doesn't anyone ever just--
"I don't know! It's not gonna answer you!" Tears spring and waste no time at all in rolling down their face. They snarl through gritting grinding fangs, "It never does," because they've screamed at it, at the Castle, sobbed and howled and tore up the throne room and destroyed their hands on glass and splinters like it would do something.
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Date: 2017-08-10 07:48 am (UTC)"I don't care!" Should doesn't matter--hands seize their hair and dig in and they fling memories at her, Undyne's glowing spears slamming through their torso, Asgore's burning flames swallowing them up, Mettaton's bombs, again and again and again and again and again and again and again, and Chara's knife through their chest and back and throat and draining colors and nothing, because that happens! It shouldn't, it's not fair, but it just does! They couldn't stop it then, they can't stop her now, and they can't fix it now but they can handle it! They're determined! Why doesn't she get it, why doesn't anyone ever just--
"I don't know! It's not gonna answer you!" Tears spring and waste no time at all in rolling down their face. They snarl through gritting grinding fangs, "It never does," because they've screamed at it, at the Castle, sobbed and howled and tore up the throne room and destroyed their hands on glass and splinters like it would do something.