[What business has he got, actin' like he's got any right to this? To makin' people feel like it's not as bad as it is? He can put a positive spin on most things, sure, but it's always with that self-deprecatin' twist to the words, the ache of acknowledgment that comes with admittin', wholesale, that life sucks and the most you can do is laugh in its face.
It's all any of 'em have got.
He knocks a filter down, though. Mostly 'cause he knows that if it were him, he wouldn't want anyone to see this either.]
nothing you could've done. not a whole lotta truly random events out there in the big wide universe, but i'd say this is one of 'em.
[It's pure, cold logic. The Door takes what it wants and occasionally it pulls things back. This life here was never Maketh's to start with - Hadriel pulled her from death and threw her into the chaos just because - and let events just spiral.
It wasn't all bad. That's the worst part, she thinks. That she's thankful for some of it. Henry and Emily. The way she can stand next to Nick and know his trust in her will hold. What it felt like to hold Lilith.
It didn't last, but it was there.
She supposes that Sans understands that, somehow.]
yeah, i know. don't mean much. don't make it any easier.
[Why does he keep doin' this? He's not any good at this, he knows it. Pep talks, comforting words - that's more Papyrus's forte than his. The most he can do is distract someone with awful jokes, groanworthy wordplay - but even he knows that ain't necessarily the best response to grief. That's his own fucked-up coping mechanism, right there. Don't need to foist that on anyone else.]
[Once she'd accepted that pain was a necessary component of life, best embraced before it could overwhelm. The faster one accepted their place in the system, the better everything would become. Clarity required sacrifice and she had believed herself talented in that. But now that she's lost something, someone, it's left her raw and weak all over again.
There was a chance with Lilith. A small one, perhaps, but they'd spoken of a future.
It's gone now. Just a dream.]
you are kind to say this
[No doubt he's lost things as well. But there's nothing that can be done about it now. The fight is over. Fate prevailed.
The strongest side always wins, and Hadriel has proven a thousand times over that they few - no matter how tightly they band together - will never prevail without a dire cost.]
heh, yeah. me, i take it easy all the time, but it took years of perfecting that sense of willful ignorance, y'know?
[Maybe the easy nonchalance is too much for now. It's about all he knows. Doin' his best, here. Which, admittedly, don't mean much in the grand scheme of things.]
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yes
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sorry, maketh.
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[What else is there to say?]
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It's all any of 'em have got.
He knocks a filter down, though. Mostly 'cause he knows that if it were him, he wouldn't want anyone to see this either.]
nothing you could've done.
not a whole lotta truly random events out there in the big wide universe, but i'd say this is one of 'em.
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nothing to be done
[It's pure, cold logic. The Door takes what it wants and occasionally it pulls things back. This life here was never Maketh's to start with - Hadriel pulled her from death and threw her into the chaos just because - and let events just spiral.
It wasn't all bad. That's the worst part, she thinks. That she's thankful for some of it. Henry and Emily. The way she can stand next to Nick and know his trust in her will hold. What it felt like to hold Lilith.
It didn't last, but it was there.
She supposes that Sans understands that, somehow.]
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don't mean much.
don't make it any easier.
[Why does he keep doin' this? He's not any good at this, he knows it. Pep talks, comforting words - that's more Papyrus's forte than his. The most he can do is distract someone with awful jokes, groanworthy wordplay - but even he knows that ain't necessarily the best response to grief. That's his own fucked-up coping mechanism, right there. Don't need to foist that on anyone else.]
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[Once she'd accepted that pain was a necessary component of life, best embraced before it could overwhelm. The faster one accepted their place in the system, the better everything would become. Clarity required sacrifice and she had believed herself talented in that. But now that she's lost something, someone, it's left her raw and weak all over again.
There was a chance with Lilith. A small one, perhaps, but they'd spoken of a future.
It's gone now. Just a dream.]
you are kind to say this
[No doubt he's lost things as well. But there's nothing that can be done about it now. The fight is over. Fate prevailed.
The strongest side always wins, and Hadriel has proven a thousand times over that they few - no matter how tightly they band together - will never prevail without a dire cost.]
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me, i take it easy all the time, but it took years of perfecting that sense of willful ignorance, y'know?
[Maybe the easy nonchalance is too much for now. It's about all he knows. Doin' his best, here. Which, admittedly, don't mean much in the grand scheme of things.]
not a lot else to say, i know.
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[But he tried, for her sake.]
thank you
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you know, my brother's pretty good at cheerin' people up.
if you ever need it.
[#nailedit]
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i will keep that in mind
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[It's the best he can do.]