That isn't what they wanted--there's a hot stab of anger deep in their chest, they just want things to go right already. And that just makes them sob harder, ugly frustrated-frustrating tears that wracks their already-aching throat.
They're okay, they're fine, they know that, they're always fine even after they get hurt and die, who cares--everyone, everyone suddenly, 'cause they all saw how they screwed up and lost--they don't need care, it's everyone else that's getting hurt and getting scared and almost dying and crying, too, and it needs to stop stop stop stop--
All that rage is kept on the inside. S-4 will only feel them shake a little harder as they curl into him, trying not to just explode, trying to stop their own dumb tears.
It isn't S-4's fault. They cling to the thought as hard as they're clinging to his hand. It's not his fault. They don't need to start screaming, as much as they want to, as much as it'll ruin their throat more--
Maybe then they won't have to deal with the consequences of talking.
...no. That's not fair either.
After a time, Frisk's sniffling and sobs go quieter. It's hard work. But they think they might cry forever if they don't try not to.
"Th-thanks," they finally choke out. "For...that." They wave their free hand at their face, where it doesn't hurt nearly as much.
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Date: 2016-05-17 12:36 am (UTC)They're okay, they're fine, they know that, they're always fine even after they get hurt and die, who cares--everyone, everyone suddenly, 'cause they all saw how they screwed up and lost--they don't need care, it's everyone else that's getting hurt and getting scared and almost dying and crying, too, and it needs to stop stop stop stop--
All that rage is kept on the inside. S-4 will only feel them shake a little harder as they curl into him, trying not to just explode, trying to stop their own dumb tears.
It isn't S-4's fault. They cling to the thought as hard as they're clinging to his hand. It's not his fault. They don't need to start screaming, as much as they want to, as much as it'll ruin their throat more--
Maybe then they won't have to deal with the consequences of talking.
...no. That's not fair either.
After a time, Frisk's sniffling and sobs go quieter. It's hard work. But they think they might cry forever if they don't try not to.
"Th-thanks," they finally choke out. "For...that." They wave their free hand at their face, where it doesn't hurt nearly as much.