Because I don't need your damn pity, thinks that ugly, spiteful voice that apparently hasn't been broken into submission after all.
Because you hate me, thinks a somewhat more accurate voice. No, worse, you don't like me, and I should have known that. Because you seemed trustworthy, so I asked you for the truth and then got upset when the truth wasn't what I was hoping to hear. Because I feel humiliated, because I know I'm worthless garbage but you didn't have to say it -
- no, he's not going to dump the self-loathing inner monologue on Gaster either. Give him some credit. Some. A tiny bit.
"Because -" He inhales, lets out a sigh. All simulated, but that doesn't make it meaningless. "Because this isn't my Alphys. And - I need - to start accepting that she's gone, d-don't I?"
Not really a question. He sets the photo on the bed, carefully, hands only shaking a little. There. Now he's got to actively pick it up again, if Gaster tries to insist on him keeping it. (Why would he, though?)
"This is your memory. You ought to have it, along with the others." Okay. That's convincing, and not even untrue, and it's done now. And horrible timing, still, isn't it...? No matter how well he performs, he's still come to throw a gift back in a dying man's face.
There's only so much he can say to make that seem better, so he says it. "...I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. Do you - while I'm here, can I get you anything?"
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Date: 2017-10-24 09:49 pm (UTC)Because you hate me, thinks a somewhat more accurate voice. No, worse, you don't like me, and I should have known that. Because you seemed trustworthy, so I asked you for the truth and then got upset when the truth wasn't what I was hoping to hear. Because I feel humiliated, because I know I'm worthless garbage but you didn't have to say it -
- no, he's not going to dump the self-loathing inner monologue on Gaster either. Give him some credit. Some. A tiny bit.
"Because -" He inhales, lets out a sigh. All simulated, but that doesn't make it meaningless. "Because this isn't my Alphys. And - I need - to start accepting that she's gone, d-don't I?"
Not really a question. He sets the photo on the bed, carefully, hands only shaking a little. There. Now he's got to actively pick it up again, if Gaster tries to insist on him keeping it. (Why would he, though?)
"This is your memory. You ought to have it, along with the others." Okay. That's convincing, and not even untrue, and it's done now. And horrible timing, still, isn't it...? No matter how well he performs, he's still come to throw a gift back in a dying man's face.
There's only so much he can say to make that seem better, so he says it. "...I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. Do you - while I'm here, can I get you anything?"