[Protect them and watch over them, will you not? Someone has to take care of these flowers.
It just seems natural, for all their reservations, to come back to Frisk. They can never be a Toriel, can't quite slice enough bits of themself away to mold themselves into the shape of something safe and sheltering, but no matter how much they'd bungled the job, they'd still strove to be a guardian all along, hadn't they?]
After all these months? You might need a new interior decorator, Frisk.
[They crack a joke, of course. Laugh it off. Try not to think about how much it aches, recalling a room that had been empty for a long, long time, but still had drawings on the wall and dusty toys resting against his bed. It'd have been better, they think, if the room had reverted back to Home, back to the way Frisk had molded it before. Scrubbed of all trace of its original inhabitant, reduced to boxes of strange shoes and empty photo frames. Not fair to impose their ghost on that room, not fair to deny Frisk what they'd once remembered as a room of their very own.
Maybe their image of a room that's theirs has simply changed, over the months.]
I guess it won't be that big of a change, at least. I can't imagine the unoccupied version of my half was that different from the occupied version.
[There's almost a note of pride behind that, behind the acknowledgement that they'd carefully preserved the blank canvas. Kept their room tidy and orderly, like a good kid should. Kept every last vestige of identity hidden, unspoken, tucked under the slats of the bedframe or in the gap between wall and mattress. Stayed unknowable, stayed negated, stayed invulnerable, and always had the willpower to keep the illusion up. Don't let a space become recognizably yours, because that means things can be taken away. Reduce yourself only to the handful of items you can cram into a backpack, so you can vanish at a moment's notice. So that same risk of losing something can't anchor you down to a space.
...Not that the fact that whole "vanish at a moment's notice" thing came to pass is something Frisk is probably very delighted about, though.]
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It just seems natural, for all their reservations, to come back to Frisk. They can never be a Toriel, can't quite slice enough bits of themself away to mold themselves into the shape of something safe and sheltering, but no matter how much they'd bungled the job, they'd still strove to be a guardian all along, hadn't they?]
After all these months? You might need a new interior decorator, Frisk.
[They crack a joke, of course. Laugh it off. Try not to think about how much it aches, recalling a room that had been empty for a long, long time, but still had drawings on the wall and dusty toys resting against his bed. It'd have been better, they think, if the room had reverted back to Home, back to the way Frisk had molded it before. Scrubbed of all trace of its original inhabitant, reduced to boxes of strange shoes and empty photo frames. Not fair to impose their ghost on that room, not fair to deny Frisk what they'd once remembered as a room of their very own.
Maybe their image of a room that's theirs has simply changed, over the months.]
I guess it won't be that big of a change, at least. I can't imagine the unoccupied version of my half was that different from the occupied version.
[There's almost a note of pride behind that, behind the acknowledgement that they'd carefully preserved the blank canvas. Kept their room tidy and orderly, like a good kid should. Kept every last vestige of identity hidden, unspoken, tucked under the slats of the bedframe or in the gap between wall and mattress. Stayed unknowable, stayed negated, stayed invulnerable, and always had the willpower to keep the illusion up. Don't let a space become recognizably yours, because that means things can be taken away. Reduce yourself only to the handful of items you can cram into a backpack, so you can vanish at a moment's notice. So that same risk of losing something can't anchor you down to a space.
...Not that the fact that whole "vanish at a moment's notice" thing came to pass is something Frisk is probably very delighted about, though.]