(The scarf within Eddie's pocket does not represent the same thing to Eddie as it might to Chara. He doesn't know its history beyond a summarized explanation that it belonged to Sans' brother, that Sans was an important friend, a true friend, and Eddie knew with child-granted wisdom that this scarf was more valuable than a regular piece of cloth. He did not need to ask for the details to consider keeping the scarf safe as humanly possible.
His humanly possible was actually quite extraordinary when he was inspired.
It is not something Eddie takes for granted. And Sans hadn't given it away shallowly. Eddie might not have been a child lost in the cold and freezing, but he certainly was a child lost to something --.)
Chara.
(Eddie mouths the word with his name. It's strange and in its strangeness Eddie realizes that Chara is being honest about it.
He staggers a bit, for some reason, at the idea of being afraid of his mother.
Was he afraid of her? Eddie Kaspbrak was afraid of many things. But there were two things more intimately horrifying to him than his own mother, one glaringly obvious to anyone who heard him uttering about diseases, and the other more tucked away, deep enough that he himself was oblivious to it.
So what, did that fear extend to his mother?)
Maybe a little. I'm afraid to disappoint her. And I'm afraid to become like her. I don't know if I fear her the same way people fear--clowns.
(He doesn't know why he chose 'clowns', it slipped off his tongue and hung in the air like a bright, glaring, red red balloon and he zones out for just a second.
It fizzles away.)
It's complicated. Because I think I still love her, but I don't know what to feel about her, and I don't know-. It's hard.
(Wording it is harder. He doesn't talk about his feelings much and he feels awkward, embarrassed a little. So he diverts- but with honest intention, because since they started talking less like people comparing dick size and more like human beings, he's become curious about something.)
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His humanly possible was actually quite extraordinary when he was inspired.
It is not something Eddie takes for granted. And Sans hadn't given it away shallowly. Eddie might not have been a child lost in the cold and freezing, but he certainly was a child lost to something --.)
Chara.
(Eddie mouths the word with his name. It's strange and in its strangeness Eddie realizes that Chara is being honest about it.
He staggers a bit, for some reason, at the idea of being afraid of his mother.
Was he afraid of her? Eddie Kaspbrak was afraid of many things. But there were two things more intimately horrifying to him than his own mother, one glaringly obvious to anyone who heard him uttering about diseases, and the other more tucked away, deep enough that he himself was oblivious to it.
So what, did that fear extend to his mother?)
Maybe a little. I'm afraid to disappoint her. And I'm afraid to become like her. I don't know if I fear her the same way people fear--clowns.
(He doesn't know why he chose 'clowns', it slipped off his tongue and hung in the air like a bright, glaring, red red balloon and he zones out for just a second.
It fizzles away.)
It's complicated. Because I think I still love her, but I don't know what to feel about her, and I don't know-. It's hard.
(Wording it is harder. He doesn't talk about his feelings much and he feels awkward, embarrassed a little. So he diverts- but with honest intention, because since they started talking less like people comparing dick size and more like human beings, he's become curious about something.)
Why do you want to die so bad?