Impossible, to be certain. But Frisk's tears do eventually reach an end.
It takes nearly ten minutes. Ten minutes of sobs and whimpers, of despondent wails that nearly physically tear out of Frisk's tiny body. Ten minutes of tears and snot and all the other disgusting things the human body expels when the mind is so wracked with grief. When the only response it can formulate is to scream and scream and scream in the hopes that someone will notice, reach out, make the suffering end.
No one can, this time.
Slowly, the fit dissolves away into sob hiccups and sniffles, Frisk's whole body trembling from the intensity of emotion. They haven't cried like that in...they don't even know how long. Timelines and timelines and timelines...possibly not since before they fell.
How long has it been since they really let someone else take care of them? Let out all their burdens, without worrying about saying too much?
They feel numb. As if something has been drained out of them, something they had become so used to that they had forgotten that it was hurting them. A poison, finally drained out of a wound that Frisk never quite let heal.
They lean against Kaworu in silence, saying nothing.
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It takes nearly ten minutes. Ten minutes of sobs and whimpers, of despondent wails that nearly physically tear out of Frisk's tiny body. Ten minutes of tears and snot and all the other disgusting things the human body expels when the mind is so wracked with grief. When the only response it can formulate is to scream and scream and scream in the hopes that someone will notice, reach out, make the suffering end.
No one can, this time.
Slowly, the fit dissolves away into sob hiccups and sniffles, Frisk's whole body trembling from the intensity of emotion. They haven't cried like that in...they don't even know how long. Timelines and timelines and timelines...possibly not since before they fell.
How long has it been since they really let someone else take care of them? Let out all their burdens, without worrying about saying too much?
They feel numb. As if something has been drained out of them, something they had become so used to that they had forgotten that it was hurting them. A poison, finally drained out of a wound that Frisk never quite let heal.
They lean against Kaworu in silence, saying nothing.