[Every awful thing. Every mean, self-centered thought. Every doubt.
Sigrun can't even say she'd just accept it. It's been really, really hard to, and time had shown that what she thought was true -- that she'd be able to handle herself if a situation like Mettaton's came up again -- ended up, well. You know. Down in the pits.
If it was wearing her face, saying the things that she hasn't told anyone still alive or the Kingmaker himself, telling her how she'd go through the pain of betrayal again and again just because she wants to believe it'll be different, that the person whose happiness she would protect with her life and then some wouldn't stab her in the back the way Mettaton and Black had, that she feared being powerless above all and would grasp at what she could in order to save another -- would she be able to confidently accept that part of her?
The part that would make her admit that she'd sacrifice so many other lives for just one?]
... Sorry I said so. Sounds rough.
[That's all she'll say, fingers tight on the book in her lap as she... very noticeably concentrates on it, though she's not reading it.]
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Sigrun can't even say she'd just accept it. It's been really, really hard to, and time had shown that what she thought was true -- that she'd be able to handle herself if a situation like Mettaton's came up again -- ended up, well. You know. Down in the pits.
If it was wearing her face, saying the things that she hasn't told anyone still alive or the Kingmaker himself, telling her how she'd go through the pain of betrayal again and again just because she wants to believe it'll be different, that the person whose happiness she would protect with her life and then some wouldn't stab her in the back the way Mettaton and Black had, that she feared being powerless above all and would grasp at what she could in order to save another -- would she be able to confidently accept that part of her?
The part that would make her admit that she'd sacrifice so many other lives for just one?]
... Sorry I said so. Sounds rough.
[That's all she'll say, fingers tight on the book in her lap as she... very noticeably concentrates on it, though she's not reading it.]