[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.]
I know a bit. Some of it I already knew, but there's a lot I learned here.
[They could probably tell him now, about how they've never seen it. An ending where everyone left the Underground- or an ending where the Underground went empty...in an entirely different way.
But he doesn't like talking about those kinds of things. Maybe it's not even necessary.]
I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU DID BUT WE DON'T HAVE TO DISCUSS IT IN DETAIL.
I'M STILL TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS ALL MYSELF.
[It's hard to get his head around it. He's still struggling with it--which is why he so infrequently talks about it.
Because it makes him question his existence, and the more he does that, the less he feels as if it will continue, or that he's "Mettaton."
Or whether he's dreaming about being somewhere different, and that one day he'll wake up and remember that he's just a murderer for sport left in a cell until it's his turn to kill again.]
Well we don't have to talk about those parts, but I can help if you want to talk about some of it.
[Not that they really understand it any better than he does, but there's probably a bit of a difference between living it, and seeing it. He knows it could happen.
They could make it happen. Every good thing, every bad thing- they just have to try. Or not try at all.
Either way, it's never much fun. And it hardly ever turns out the way anyone wants it to.]
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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.]
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[Just like that, his text is bold and loud and yet still reserved and somehow unlike him.]
DO YOU KNOW THINGS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE? YOU'D HAVE TO, BECAUSE
WELL BECAUSE IT'S YOU. RIGHT?
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[They could probably tell him now, about how they've never seen it. An ending where everyone left the Underground- or an ending where the Underground went empty...in an entirely different way.
But he doesn't like talking about those kinds of things. Maybe it's not even necessary.]
Nothing I can tell you.
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I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU DID BUT WE DON'T HAVE TO DISCUSS IT IN DETAIL.
I'M STILL TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS ALL MYSELF.
[It's hard to get his head around it. He's still struggling with it--which is why he so infrequently talks about it.
Because it makes him question his existence, and the more he does that, the less he feels as if it will continue, or that he's "Mettaton."
Or whether he's dreaming about being somewhere different, and that one day he'll wake up and remember that he's just a murderer for sport left in a cell until it's his turn to kill again.]
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[Not that they really understand it any better than he does, but there's probably a bit of a difference between living it, and seeing it. He knows it could happen.
They could make it happen. Every good thing, every bad thing- they just have to try. Or not try at all.
Either way, it's never much fun. And it hardly ever turns out the way anyone wants it to.]