There's already sweat running along the contours of his skull with the effort it takes to not let the thing get to him. It's pretty damned pervasive, is the thing, spilling out from around the thing like the world's foulest stench. He knows it ain't him, either, and he knows it ain't him 'cause he might be the kinda guy to dwell, but he sure as shit ain't the kinda guy to care. He's dull to it, all of it, and now there's a fresh strand of guilt coiling around his SOUL, brighter and sharper than it's been in - in a long, long damn time.
And yeah, it starts to wash over him in uneven waves. Undyne's defiant smirk, in denial about her own demise; the way the lab was dark, like someone just went on a real great vacation and never planned on coming back; silence behind a tall door; flowers that began to wither with no one there to water them.
But at least he still has his head, right?
What a joke. A real knee-slapper, that one.
Only about seventy-percent of what Wade says really registers. Abandonment and new friend and you wanna come over here. Sounds like a good plan. To just...get away from this thing, quick as possible, 'cause bein' around it ain't doin' him any favors. Not either one of 'em.
"Yeah," he says. He starts to inch away, nice and slow. He don't tear his sockets away from the thing as it cranes its neck in his direction and utters a long, slow hiss - don't or can't, he ain't really sure at this juncture.
"Some kinda - regrets thing," he says, briefly reaching up to tap a phalanx against the side of his skull. "That's what I'm thinkin'."
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And yeah, it starts to wash over him in uneven waves. Undyne's defiant smirk, in denial about her own demise; the way the lab was dark, like someone just went on a real great vacation and never planned on coming back; silence behind a tall door; flowers that began to wither with no one there to water them.
But at least he still has his head, right?
What a joke. A real knee-slapper, that one.
Only about seventy-percent of what Wade says really registers. Abandonment and new friend and you wanna come over here. Sounds like a good plan. To just...get away from this thing, quick as possible, 'cause bein' around it ain't doin' him any favors. Not either one of 'em.
"Yeah," he says. He starts to inch away, nice and slow. He don't tear his sockets away from the thing as it cranes its neck in his direction and utters a long, slow hiss - don't or can't, he ain't really sure at this juncture.
"Some kinda - regrets thing," he says, briefly reaching up to tap a phalanx against the side of his skull. "That's what I'm thinkin'."