seven-just-that:
>Yeah, I know it doesn´t matter. You have that,umm, “special power” right?<
*Sette talks like if it wasn´t a big deal to just come back from the death. He seems pretty chill about it. Even adding his mocking smile to the account. He takes out his hands from his pockets and shrugs.*
>Have you already killed someone here?< *He asked.* >I don´t know someone, maybe a certain someone who happens to look a little bit like me with a maternal tendency, perhaps?<
“Maybe.”
Frisk seemed to be well content to continue with their stubbornly detached attitude toward Sette, crossing their arms and refusing to keep eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds. It was unnerving to have someone who knew so much about them without them even hinting at what he guessed at.
It was the reference to one of the monsters--yes, one they’d killed--that they grow visibly distressed.
“M-maybe.” They hated how they stumbled and dropped their gaze to the ground. Their eyes stung, and they rubbed irritably at one of them. No tears, thankfully.
They remembered the Froggit they’d come across. Fight a monster enough and they would no longer want to fight. It’d worked for every monster until then! How were they supposed to know that she would... just... die liked that.
“Don’ ‘member.” They mumbled out their lie. “‘S lotsa monsters in this place. I-I dunno. ‘S not my fault though, I d-didn’t. I didn’t mean to!”
