[...they honestly aren't sure how to tackle this. Frisk, the real Frisk, they'd be determined enough and smart enough to figure it out, they think, but...]
[Well, who else will? Asriel's made of sturdy-looking stuff, they think, but if he tries to fight a bigger figure than himself--or somehow manages to fight (♥FIGHT?) past the instinct to go still when a real human's around, he'll get broken, no doubt about it. He doesn't deserve that.]
Yeah. You're Asriel...and I'm Frisk. 'S far as I know. [They grip the edge of the shelf as tightly as they can, head still facing the window, eyes still angled at him.] And you...are confused, I think.
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[Well, who else will? Asriel's made of sturdy-looking stuff, they think, but if he tries to fight a bigger figure than himself--or somehow manages to fight (♥FIGHT?) past the instinct to go still when a real human's around, he'll get broken, no doubt about it. He doesn't deserve that.]
Yeah. You're Asriel...and I'm Frisk. 'S far as I know. [They grip the edge of the shelf as tightly as they can, head still facing the window, eyes still angled at him.] And you...are confused, I think.