[They're probably coming up against something they shouldn't press into further, but they're seized with a wild, feverish energy, that familiar burst of
* Determination.]
If it was so dangerous, why did everyone keep it around? It was useful. Ford's portal was dangerous, and they still used that. Dipper wouldn't have gotten us all together to destroy it if it wasn't dangerous. Said it could cause the end of the world.
[What if it's worth the risk. It rings in her ears, brings up something she doesn't understand, because none of it's at all put together. It's the feeling of holding a stack of papers. It's the feeling of gripping a bony hand, too tight, too hard. It's the feeling of her bare feet on the hot metal of the CORE, too late, too late, too late.
She doesn't know what this is adding up to. She doesn't know where it started, in the first place.]
i idon t konwo i odnt know id ont know
im sorry im sorry im sorry i don twant anyone else to get hurt i dont there s a lot of things from the underground that happened and theyre not its not all clear i dont
i cant do this we can find something else anything else please
It should be disconcerting, the way their first instinct is the familiar chime of * In my way. She has ceased to be useful. Panicking, most likely. And then there's the thrill of empathy, of worry, of concern. They force it down, back, away. It isn't contributing properly.]
Never mind. Forget I said anything.
[They could ERASE this conversation from her memory, maybe. That's a possibility. Reach for their latest LOAD.]
Ah well. Their last LOAD glimmers temptingly but it's situated far back - too far for them to feel much like repeating the same actions over again. They don't feel like trying to trick Chara out of their own suicide attempt a second time, especially since Chara won't fall for it a second time.
oh good one step closer to being thrown into the sun
* Determination.]
If it was so dangerous, why did everyone keep it around? It was useful. Ford's portal was dangerous, and they still used that. Dipper wouldn't have gotten us all together to destroy it if it wasn't dangerous. Said it could cause the end of the world.
What if it's worth the risk?
strap a rocket to the chair, boom, problem solved
She doesn't know what this is adding up to. She doesn't know where it started, in the first place.]
i
idon t konwo i odnt know id ont know
im sorry im sorry im sorry
i don twant anyone else to get hurt i dont
there s a lot of things from the underground that happened and
theyre not
its not all clear i dont
i cant do this
we can find something else
anything else
please
=)
Clearly.
It should be disconcerting, the way their first instinct is the familiar chime of * In my way. She has ceased to be useful. Panicking, most likely. And then there's the thrill of empathy, of worry, of concern. They force it down, back, away. It isn't contributing properly.]
Never mind. Forget I said anything.
[They could ERASE this conversation from her memory, maybe. That's a possibility. Reach for their latest LOAD.]
Sorry to worry you.
8) 8) 8) 8)
its ok you didnt know
theres just
theres a lot that happened in the underground
before you were there
sometimes its better if it
stays there
you know
no subject
[Too patient maybe? Too even-tempered?
Ah well. Their last LOAD glimmers temptingly but it's situated far back - too far for them to feel much like repeating the same actions over again. They don't feel like trying to trick Chara out of their own suicide attempt a second time, especially since Chara won't fall for it a second time.
So they leave it at that.]