[That's how it should be. If what she suspects is true. It's the next admission she hates, but nothing can stop her now, emotion thick in her throat as tears push at her eyes.]
Monsters don't leave bodies. They just turn to dust.
[A nearby screen flickers on, displaying a flicker of a red =) before displaying text.]
The will to keep living... The resolve to change fate. Let's call this power... "Determination."
The bodies came in today. They're still comatose... And soon, they'll all turn into dust. But what happens if I inject "determination" into them? If their SOULS persist after they perish, then... Freedom might be closer than we all thought.
[All the while, Alphys trudges down the hall, pushing a door open gently as if she's afraid she'll startle something, as if she's silently hoping for signs of life.]
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[That's how it should be. If what she suspects is true. It's the next admission she hates, but nothing can stop her now, emotion thick in her throat as tears push at her eyes.]
Monsters don't leave bodies. They just turn to dust.
[A nearby screen flickers on, displaying a flicker of a red =) before displaying text.]
The bodies came in today. They're still comatose... And soon, they'll all turn into dust. But what happens if I inject "determination" into them? If their SOULS persist after they perish, then... Freedom might be closer than we all thought.
[All the while, Alphys trudges down the hall, pushing a door open gently as if she's afraid she'll startle something, as if she's silently hoping for signs of life.]