[They've gone past him. Got no call to be scared of him anymore. And, heh, if you told him that he'd have it in him to be...to feel...
His jaw feels set, teeth clenched almost hard enough to pop. It shrills coldly across his ossicles, claims with words like demon and blight and LOVE.
He locks his empty sockets with their eyes and for a second, just a second - the lights in there switch off and leave him hollow.
Unmoored.
And then they flare back again, twin sparks that drill into that unflinching red gaze, and he advances.
And he a d v a n c e s.]
No.
[The world's torn from beneath him, ribbons of it coiling around his phalanges like discarded fragments of code, and if he had blood - well, damn, it'd be running crisp and ice-cold through those nonexistent veins of his.
Their family knew it and attempted to correct it.
Chara attempted to fix it themselves.
So why's a kid climb a mountain like that, huh? Lots of legends surrounding Mt. Ebott. And why's a kid climb a mountain like that?
The lights buried in his eyesockets are like chips of ice.]
Hate to break it to ya, kid, but you're wrong. "Dead" wrong.
[Heh. Get it?]
They're a kid. A kid, you got that?
You think there's a single damn thing you've told me that they don't already think about themself? You think they need to hear another word of that, from me or anybody else?
[He shakes his head, his grin a fixed rictus, curving up into the sides of his face as though burned into the bone.]
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His jaw feels set, teeth clenched almost hard enough to pop. It shrills coldly across his ossicles, claims with words like demon and blight and LOVE.
He locks his empty sockets with their eyes and for a second, just a second - the lights in there switch off and leave him hollow.
Unmoored.
And then they flare back again, twin sparks that drill into that unflinching red gaze, and he advances.
And he a d v a n c e s.]
No.
[The world's torn from beneath him, ribbons of it coiling around his phalanges like discarded fragments of code, and if he had blood - well, damn, it'd be running crisp and ice-cold through those nonexistent veins of his.
Their family knew it and attempted to correct it.
Chara attempted to fix it themselves.
So why's a kid climb a mountain like that, huh? Lots of legends surrounding Mt. Ebott. And why's a kid climb a mountain like that?
The lights buried in his eyesockets are like chips of ice.]
Hate to break it to ya, kid, but you're wrong. "Dead" wrong.
[Heh. Get it?]
They're a kid. A kid, you got that?
You think there's a single damn thing you've told me that they don't already think about themself? You think they need to hear another word of that, from me or anybody else?
[He shakes his head, his grin a fixed rictus, curving up into the sides of his face as though burned into the bone.]
They've been through enough. They -
[Something in him constricts.]
I've put 'em through enough.