[Six minutes is a long time, when those minutes are always ticking forward. A lot of time to wonder about things like...if they can really ignore all of this.
The answer, Frisk thinks, is they can't. It will come up another day. When they don't want it to. They'd try, and make jokes, and stand under the stars together, but it'd come up again anyway. That's just how things went. In the meantime, they could enjoy the time they had.
Let it be known that they tried...and all of that. They're trying.
It's just difficult, when everyone always seems to want different things.]
Our secret.
But also... I don't know if you know other stuff? About other people? Can those be our secret too? Because I don't think they're our secrets to tell.
[They don't tell other people, why someone climbs a mountain. Or eats buttercups. Or absorbs a SOUL.
Not their secrets. Not theirs to say. Not Mettaton's, either.]
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The answer, Frisk thinks, is they can't. It will come up another day. When they don't want it to. They'd try, and make jokes, and stand under the stars together, but it'd come up again anyway. That's just how things went. In the meantime, they could enjoy the time they had.
Let it be known that they tried...and all of that. They're trying.
It's just difficult, when everyone always seems to want different things.]
Our secret.
But also... I don't know if you know other stuff? About other people? Can those be our secret too? Because I don't think they're our secrets to tell.
[They don't tell other people, why someone climbs a mountain. Or eats buttercups. Or absorbs a SOUL.
Not their secrets. Not theirs to say. Not Mettaton's, either.]