She pulls Asriel as close as she can, burying her snout into her child's fur. "I'll teach you when I come back." Is her gentle promise to Asriel.
Sans is lost in his own thoughts, that much she knows. She can't blame the skeleton. Death is never easy to handle, not like this. No matter how much death one sees, it never gets easier. Sans and Asriel have seen so much death already, it makes her angry she has to inflict more on either of them. If she had been faster, smarter- whatever doubts she has are gone quickly enough.
She doesn't have time to waste on self pity.
"Sans, I do not have a choice." She's already crumbling, only will power has kept her stable enough to last this long. No matter how much she wants to live, she can't force it much longer. "You don't need to promise, just keep an eye on them. I'll be back."
This place has brought others back from the dead, she will hold out hope it does the same for her. "Be good, both of you. Stay safe."
She offers Asriel a gentle squeeze before she loses the battle against the inevitable. Toriel cracks into dust, piece by piece she is gone. In her wake is a grey soul struggling in the air before it divides in two and joins the rest of the dust on the floor.
cw: death
Sans is lost in his own thoughts, that much she knows. She can't blame the skeleton. Death is never easy to handle, not like this. No matter how much death one sees, it never gets easier. Sans and Asriel have seen so much death already, it makes her angry she has to inflict more on either of them. If she had been faster, smarter- whatever doubts she has are gone quickly enough.
She doesn't have time to waste on self pity.
"Sans, I do not have a choice." She's already crumbling, only will power has kept her stable enough to last this long. No matter how much she wants to live, she can't force it much longer. "You don't need to promise, just keep an eye on them. I'll be back."
This place has brought others back from the dead, she will hold out hope it does the same for her. "Be good, both of you. Stay safe."
She offers Asriel a gentle squeeze before she loses the battle against the inevitable. Toriel cracks into dust, piece by piece she is gone. In her wake is a grey soul struggling in the air before it divides in two and joins the rest of the dust on the floor.