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save_theworld) wrote2016-08-11 12:48 am
save_theworld) wrote2016-08-11 12:48 am
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But they're not you.
[She gives the fruit in her hand a soured look, the taste of it having already gone bitter in her own mouth. Much as she is able to revel in taste now after all those years of being without it, she can't seem to appreciate it now.
[So she tosses what's left of it in the river and sighs.] Had other me's, too. Some better, some much worse. Hurt a lot of people, killed many more. Can't change that, can't go back and fix things, can't even die. Already done it many times.
[And in the end there was always darkness and solitude. An isolation she is not all too quick to return to, now that she's experienced some semblance of family, friends, the company of others.
[Suddenly, that horrible taste in her mouth makes her gut churn as she folds her arms over the bridge's railing.]
Whether it be by your own hand or someone else's, dying won't change a damn thing. The damage is still done and it always will be.
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Their own fruit doesn't taste so good, either. Doesn't feel good. She tossed hers first, so after a moment, they follow suit. Watch it disappear into the water and wish they'd done more than lightly toss it forward, so it had gone further.]
I know dying doesn't help. I just come back anyway. And everyone comes back here, right? [Even though it's linear, they come back. Asriel. Alphys. Connor. Sans.]
But what if...
What if one of those other me's could stay, instead? What if they can't because I'm here? If no one wants me, then-
Isn't that the right thing to do? Disappear.
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What makes you so sure that the next you will be "better"? Maybe they'll be worse. Maybe they'll lack the "sense" in disappearing, hurt more people. Too many variables when you've been different people. Becomes a bit of a problem.
So, no. Don't think it's the right thing to do, actually. [Her mouth draws into a thin line as she says this, not blind to her own hypocrisy.] The right thing to do is to own up to your shit. Try to be a better person.
There will always be people who don't like you. Hate your guts, even, wish that you are dead. But it sounds like you've got people that care about you, too.
Maybe take it from someone who's tried the solution you're considering. [Pause.] Or don't. Your choice.
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They don't tell her that. It probably falls fairly close to number one, and not number two. The right option- own up to your shit.
Own up to your shit. A deep breath, and they turn away from the river. Give her their full attention. Just don't...think about it, anymore. It doesn't matter, if people keep lying to them. It doesn't matter, what Sans said.
They did the wrong thing first. Own up to your shit.]
How do I do that?
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[She sighs, shoulders slumped. That probably isn't the response Frisk wants to hear.]
Forgiveness isn't something you can expect to just happen -- from others, or yourself. If it happens ever at all...
I do know that everyone will disappear someday, and there's no point in rushing ahead.
After all, dying is pretty easy, when you think about it.
Dying is easy. Living is hard. We're all made to suffer. [Rey scoffs despite herself.] Somehow, those words kept me going when things get hard.
[Dying is easy, living is hard, and you are born to suffer. You are born to suffer. You are born to suffer.]
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She doesn't know, and that's okay. They have...something better than death, something they don't have to do alone, and until then, they can keep trying.
No one has to know. It's their secret- Chara's too. No one has to know.]
...I guess so.
[A sigh. The frown is still prominent, but at least there's a certain amount of thoughtfulness, to offset it. They trace the railing with their fingers, just to feel the texture.]
What do I do if people keep lying to me, though?
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[And it's her fault. She has no one but herself to blame for this -- for any of this.]
Trust isn't something you can just hope for. You have to earn that.
Maybe it'll never happen. Maybe they'll always keep lying to you to avoid hurting you or being hurt themselves.
But if you really want things to change, you should prove to them that you're someone worth trusting. Just don't go in expecting a specific result, or you might end up sorely disappointed.
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They nod, as if they understand completely, and the little questions get buried, along with the answer they already know for themself. If the specific result you're expecting is to be disappointed, does it even count as disappointment anymore?
You know they're lying, but that's your fault, isn't it?]
Okay.