[A crinkling of the edge of their smile, askew as it is, is their only initial response. They've always been perceptive, observant, good at pulling all the pieces together. Frisk had a lookout, it's true. And they had...help on both sides of the glass.
They can't turn the knife on Zacharie. They can't, not after he helped them the way he has. They didn't stay in their coma, but maybe they simply weren't meant to. They have miles to, now, and it will be its own End, when it comes. If it comes. The Rabbit Hole is one specific, isolated piece of world in a vast spread of it. It stands to reason that one child, no matter how Determined, would not be able to pick it out from the soil on their own.
And they didn't.]
I had help.
[They won't be happy to hear it, but - they asked. They wanted to know, and they would do about anything. They have no need to protect a Mirror that would not enjoy protection. Or anything.
Their eyes lid faintly. Chara doesn't like looking at them, at their eyes, do they? There's a difficulty in meeting their gaze now. Maybe the red reminds them too much of themself. Something...something they'd consider ugly, maybe.]
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They can't turn the knife on Zacharie. They can't, not after he helped them the way he has. They didn't stay in their coma, but maybe they simply weren't meant to. They have miles to, now, and it will be its own End, when it comes.
If it comes.
The Rabbit Hole is one specific, isolated piece of world in a vast spread of it. It stands to reason that one child, no matter how Determined, would not be able to pick it out from the soil on their own.
And they didn't.]
I had help.
[They won't be happy to hear it, but - they asked. They wanted to know, and they would do about anything. They have no need to protect a Mirror that would not enjoy protection. Or anything.
Their eyes lid faintly. Chara doesn't like looking at them, at their eyes, do they? There's a difficulty in meeting their gaze now. Maybe the red reminds them too much of themself. Something...something they'd consider ugly, maybe.]
On the other side of the glass.