lingeringfear (
lingeringfear) wrote2015-09-16 05:02 pm
NPC Inbox: Fear
[Fear's inbox message is simply a crackling of static, with vague thumps here and there. It goes on for about thirty seconds before cutting short, like the sound was snapped off.]

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He looks like Asgore, mournfully talking about the children whose souls he took. She thinks, perhaps, this is almost the same. Alphys knows she was different too when she stepped off the edge and ended up here.
She speaks without meaning to.]
Death changes a l-lot about you. I think no matter what.
[But can it make you better? Or does it just make you feel invulnerable?
Alphys shifts a hand across her body to grip at her bicep.]
I wish I could have done more for her. When we talked, after the first Null attack... I j-just wanted to help. Make her happy. But she had already fallen down. Didn't think anything could get better.
[He probably won't get that term, but she isn't thinking about that.]
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[He's quiet, reflective. The two of them may not have always seen eye to eye, their differences were too great, even in her deception... but she always had a surety to her that he envied- strange that he would, being what he was.]
She never hesitated. Once she made up her mind, there'd be no stopping her.
[Fear sighs, shaking his head.]
I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but it's something most of us lack.
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I think she knew herself well. But... m-maybe it's hard to know you and what you want.
[Alphys isn't really sure why she's doing this, what she hopes to gain or even do. She just felt like someone needed to. Maybe that's just how it goes.]
I just wanted you to know you're not alone. And I don't think anybody blames you. It's hard, but, uhm... you did your best.