It's not even... I can live with getting hurt. Getting hurt's old news. It's... how do other people only manage to hurt each other just a little?
[An argument about who takes out the garbage, or some stupid cartoon plotline about two girls liking the same boy. The kind of silly argument where yelling "go to hell" gets you tattled on and grounded, not the kind where it makes a person literally go seeking hell.]
When things go bad... why do they go so irrevocably bad?
[Toriel and Asgore will never get back together. Asriel will always be a flower. Frisk's brown eyes are gone forever. Six children lie in coffins in a basement, never having been given the chance that monsters once gave Chara. It can't possibly be normal, inevitable, just the cost of everyday living, if it leaves everyone Chara had wanted to protect wishing they could stop existing.
It's... ha. It's the exact same ache. Clinging to Frisk months ago, crying out about having given up on "okay" completely, just begging for the world to at least let them have "survivable."]
I keep looking and looking for a reason why we have to - why it has to be so much more extreme. Why we're stuck on this precarious bridge of fraying rope. Is it just like this for everyone, and I've been too unsympathetic to notice?
[They hardly know which is a more terrifying prospect to entertain, really. That life is genuinely that painful and relentless no matter what, and they've just been so selfish and overdramatic they tuned out everyone's suffering, or that they're right back to struggling with the prospect that some people can just be singled out for... for no reason at all. Not because they deserved it, not because of anything they said or did or thought, but simply because there is a random, unjust cruelty innate to the universe.]
How are we supposed to endure if the fact is just that love means calamities striking at any moment? That it's just an inevitability of having connections that occasionally you'll devastate them to the point of suicidal ideation? I don't... Frisk, I don't know how we can survive a life as unstable as this.
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[An argument about who takes out the garbage, or some stupid cartoon plotline about two girls liking the same boy. The kind of silly argument where yelling "go to hell" gets you tattled on and grounded, not the kind where it makes a person literally go seeking hell.]
When things go bad... why do they go so irrevocably bad?
[Toriel and Asgore will never get back together. Asriel will always be a flower. Frisk's brown eyes are gone forever. Six children lie in coffins in a basement, never having been given the chance that monsters once gave Chara. It can't possibly be normal, inevitable, just the cost of everyday living, if it leaves everyone Chara had wanted to protect wishing they could stop existing.
It's... ha. It's the exact same ache. Clinging to Frisk months ago, crying out about having given up on "okay" completely, just begging for the world to at least let them have "survivable."]
I keep looking and looking for a reason why we have to - why it has to be so much more extreme. Why we're stuck on this precarious bridge of fraying rope. Is it just like this for everyone, and I've been too unsympathetic to notice?
[They hardly know which is a more terrifying prospect to entertain, really. That life is genuinely that painful and relentless no matter what, and they've just been so selfish and overdramatic they tuned out everyone's suffering, or that they're right back to struggling with the prospect that some people can just be singled out for... for no reason at all. Not because they deserved it, not because of anything they said or did or thought, but simply because there is a random, unjust cruelty innate to the universe.]
How are we supposed to endure if the fact is just that love means calamities striking at any moment? That it's just an inevitability of having connections that occasionally you'll devastate them to the point of suicidal ideation? I don't... Frisk, I don't know how we can survive a life as unstable as this.