[She's not just...okay again, is she? Ha ha. No. It never works out like that. You don't just progress from a realization like that and then into suddenly being all right.
She retreats, as she inevitably must, and Frisk has to duck their head briefly, bring a sleeve up to the corner of their eyes.
They look back up at her, and they smile, sadly.]
I hope so.
And...[They almost tack it on to the end, "Mom," but they catch themself. Don't. Don't you dare.] ...take care of yourself. Please.
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She retreats, as she inevitably must, and Frisk has to duck their head briefly, bring a sleeve up to the corner of their eyes.
They look back up at her, and they smile, sadly.]
I hope so.
And...[They almost tack it on to the end, "Mom," but they catch themself. Don't. Don't you dare.] ...take care of yourself. Please.