[Their lips purse together tightly for a moment. That tenuous thread, breaking already?]
They told me it was in the hills, and I went. I didn't ask how they knew.
[They're not lying. Zacharie wasn't the one who told them; their Mirror was, underlining the word twice. Hurry. Eager to see things play out, maybe, or eager to be ERASED themself. The Queen wouldn't be happy with them. They didn't care. They would've appreciated the chaos in seeing the world crumble around the hole Frisk would have left behind - or maybe they would have simply wanted to see what would happen, should Frisk have failed. Granted a chance to wreak havoc on the Mirror side.
It stings.
A selfish brat who doesn't deserve MERCY or understanding or the infinite patience they've been granted, and still it feels like the worst slap to their cheeks. I don't believe you, Frisk. Tell the truth, Frisk. Don't lie about your parents, Frisk. Everyone here has better things to do than listen to you spin tales, invent stories about things that never happened.
They don't believe you, Frisk.
Why should they?]
You don't have to believe me. But it's what happened.
[And it is. They're omitting the others they had searching for them, but it was the Mirror that told them what the Rabbit Hole looked like and where to find them. It was their word, their means of opening the door to the cauldron to hell.
They were the gatekeeper, and they let Frisk through to the other side.]
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They told me it was in the hills, and I went. I didn't ask how they knew.
[They're not lying. Zacharie wasn't the one who told them; their Mirror was, underlining the word twice. Hurry. Eager to see things play out, maybe, or eager to be ERASED themself. The Queen wouldn't be happy with them. They didn't care. They would've appreciated the chaos in seeing the world crumble around the hole Frisk would have left behind - or maybe they would have simply wanted to see what would happen, should Frisk have failed. Granted a chance to wreak havoc on the Mirror side.
It stings.
A selfish brat who doesn't deserve MERCY or understanding or the infinite patience they've been granted, and still it feels like the worst slap to their cheeks. I don't believe you, Frisk. Tell the truth, Frisk. Don't lie about your parents, Frisk. Everyone here has better things to do than listen to you spin tales, invent stories about things that never happened.
They don't believe you, Frisk.
Why should they?]
You don't have to believe me. But it's what happened.
[And it is. They're omitting the others they had searching for them, but it was the Mirror that told them what the Rabbit Hole looked like and where to find them. It was their word, their means of opening the door to the cauldron to hell.
They were the gatekeeper, and they let Frisk through to the other side.]