...So, peaceful human. One that's definitely seen a lot of bad things and probably isn't actually faking it.
Fuzzy guilt grows, and they try to make themselves relax further--only that's blown out of the water almost immediately.
Risen, he says. That word's unfamiliar, but Frisk thinks the meaning behind it certainly isn't. "My brothers aren't zombies," they say, puffing up. "They're monsters. Monsters're made of magic, not dead humans."
...Probably. At least mostly not. Maybe their brothers have some SOUL-stuff from the lab weaponizing them, willingly or not, but they don't want to talk about that to anybody, let alone a human stranger.
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Fuzzy guilt grows, and they try to make themselves relax further--only that's blown out of the water almost immediately.
Risen, he says. That word's unfamiliar, but Frisk thinks the meaning behind it certainly isn't. "My brothers aren't zombies," they say, puffing up. "They're monsters. Monsters're made of magic, not dead humans."
...Probably. At least mostly not. Maybe their brothers have some SOUL-stuff from the lab weaponizing them, willingly or not, but they don't want to talk about that to anybody, let alone a human stranger.