She stiffens at his touch, her jaw locking tight, but doesn't move at all, Just barely she finds the strength to resist this gentlest of forces; until he takes his hand away, she doesn't move.
But in his words she finally recognises something, and as she stares up at him and at the sun, she answers him in a different language—stumbling over the letters of words she learned from Frisk. "I ask—I have never—what do you mean? All you have ever wanted—" the past flickers across her eyes—"all you have ever wanted is here."
She does not take his hand; still clutching the feather, she looks down at the sword he holds, and in recognition her chapped lips move silently. "You—you needed it. You killed for it. What is it? Do I have to guess? I can give you everything. I'll give you anything."
She tries to smile. "Please. Be quick. That's all I ask."
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Date: 2017-10-03 01:20 pm (UTC)But in his words she finally recognises something, and as she stares up at him and at the sun, she answers him in a different language—stumbling over the letters of words she learned from Frisk. "I ask—I have never—what do you mean? All you have ever wanted—" the past flickers across her eyes—"all you have ever wanted is here."
She does not take his hand; still clutching the feather, she looks down at the sword he holds, and in recognition her chapped lips move silently. "You—you needed it. You killed for it. What is it? Do I have to guess? I can give you everything. I'll give you anything."
She tries to smile. "Please. Be quick. That's all I ask."