Even as they feel their shoulders stiffen, breath catching in their throat, there's- almost a sense of relief, that accompanies it. He knows what they're capable of, and the different ways things could turn out.
They don't have to pretend they're better than they really are. Don't have to; even if he knew a Frisk who was better than them. Or maybe they weren't.
He cares about them, despite what they may think. Can that not be enough?
Must it be complicated?]
I'm glad you know. And I'm sorry that there's stuff to know.
[They're sorry. For all the things they still can't tell him about it, as well. The words that will never, ever come. But he's not asking them why, like Sans. He's just asking if they can-
What? Ignore it?
Just be friends anyway.]
You're not a terrible person. I like you too.
[That part? That's not really complicated at all.]
what the heck never be sorry
Even as they feel their shoulders stiffen, breath catching in their throat, there's- almost a sense of relief, that accompanies it. He knows what they're capable of, and the different ways things could turn out.
They don't have to pretend they're better than they really are. Don't have to; even if he knew a Frisk who was better than them. Or maybe they weren't.
He cares about them, despite what they may think. Can that not be enough?
Must it be complicated?]
I'm glad you know. And I'm sorry that there's stuff to know.
[They're sorry. For all the things they still can't tell him about it, as well. The words that will never, ever come. But he's not asking them why, like Sans. He's just asking if they can-
What? Ignore it?
Just be friends anyway.]
You're not a terrible person. I like you too.
[That part? That's not really complicated at all.]