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Date: 2017-10-10 05:22 am (UTC)...He can't really say what'll happen past that, but between them both, they were of no use at this point. If he couldn't see the right things, then he'd FIGHT the wrong ones. That's what the Intermediaries wanted.
He wouldn't acquiesce.
So after a bit of hesitation, he picks Asriel up, holding him close but not looking. He can't.
But what he can do is find where they'd come from. They weren't safe here...
How predictable.]
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Date: 2017-10-10 05:43 am (UTC)... He's too much trouble, isn't he? Causing illusions that weren't there, being the source of Chara's distress, the cause of Frisk's worry and self-doubt. And there was no relief from it. He was running from place to place, just trying to avoid the sound of gunfire. Trying to keep himself from freezing up in panicked terror at the sight of kill squads, forcing himself to keep moving although with each gunshot it feels like he's back at the village again. The terror is raw, and he can't even let himself slow down long enough to feel it - because if he does, he dies.
He wasn't even useful here.
He buries his face in Mettaton's shoulder as he's picked up. It doesn't feel like Mettaton lifting him, but he won't look up to see who his robot friend has taken the form of now.
He just wants to leave.]