It's terrifying--to even think about this, to even try to face the ideas that lay bare in front of them. To even try and confront it, to reconcile their love and their pain, it's insurmountable and leaves an ache deep in their chest, as if their heart were squeezed tighter in a vice with every breath.
Even if they ask, even if Chara demands and rails and shouts to the heavens for the injustice of it, Frisk...
"I can't...I...I can't..."
They can't give this up. Not after so long, not after all the pain they've endured. There's no other path left.
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It's terrifying--to even think about this, to even try to face the ideas that lay bare in front of them. To even try and confront it, to reconcile their love and their pain, it's insurmountable and leaves an ache deep in their chest, as if their heart were squeezed tighter in a vice with every breath.
Even if they ask, even if Chara demands and rails and shouts to the heavens for the injustice of it, Frisk...
"I can't...I...I can't..."
They can't give this up. Not after so long, not after all the pain they've endured. There's no other path left.