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It's been quite the stressful week for most of the castle's inhabitants. S-4 wasn't any different. With losing Frisk, fighting with Sans-Serif not to take any souls, struggling with the overwhelming emotions the funeral brought up, and then trying to deal with his dear friend's return as well as attempting to take care of his siblings (even Sans, despite him holing himself up in some mysterious room in the castle with that weird human), S-4 was a bit exhausted. But he wasn't about to sleep without a bedtime story.

Sans was too busy, so S-4 didn't want to bother him by asking. Sans-Serif would have helped, but he was still learning to read, and S-4 didn't want to frustrate him. It would probably be fine to just read it to himself.

He takes one of the picture books to the lounge, and is slowly flipping through it, a fingerbone pressed to the page underneath the words so he can keep his place.

"Out... came... the baby... bird."

Sophie called him a baby. He knows what that is. And a bird are those singing, flying creatures up in the trees. But the one in this book talks. Maybe only little birds can do that?

"'Where... is my... mother?' he said..."

Now that's a word he doesn't know.

"Mother? Mother... like brother?"

They rhyme, so it must be similar. But what exactly is one? Does he have one?

He's frowning at the book until he realizes someone is watching him read. Usually, he'd have a moment to be embarrassed about being caught like this, but right now, his question is too serious to be ignored for shame.

"What's a mother?"

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Date: 2016-03-10 07:59 pm (UTC)
lightofthestars: (Faint sorrow.)
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He has not yet understood. That is not strange, for his life and his world have been so small. Yet it sorrows her all the same.

"It is very kind of you to care for your brother, and it shows your great heart. I must ask you, though...." She seeks his eyes. "Who cares for you?"

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Date: 2016-03-10 11:36 pm (UTC)
lightofthestars: (Troubled.)
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"That is not right," she says, more to herself. She looks up, and back at him again. "You are a child. You should not be made to care for yourself."

Her lips press together. Has she need again to speak to Sans? ...Later. She cannot think of this now, or Esfor will think her poor temper is his fault.

Still, she cannot ease away her frown entirely. "Have you no one else to care for you?"

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