[She holds the scarf in her hands, runs her fingers over the spears. And despite herself, she smiles.
She has to find them. Wishes she had seen them delivering the gift. But if anything, this was a renewal of faith. That Frisk still cared enough to think of her.
Now she just needs to think of them. Do something right.
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She has to find them. Wishes she had seen them delivering the gift. But if anything, this was a renewal of faith. That Frisk still cared enough to think of her.
Now she just needs to think of them. Do something right.
*You are filled with DETERMINATION.]