Silence, then a small nod in his direction. A SMILE couldn’t help itself. There was very little the prince could do to wither the child’s DETERMINATION. Deep down as the heart-broken child, lost with his rage. To Frisk, he was the one who needed SAVING the most.
❝ Never. ❞
His head lowered && brows furrowed. This kid never gave up when it came to being ‘friends’. They had the power to SAVE but....like them---like CHARA, he didn’t nessicarly needed to be saved. Frisk was just another person in the way of his fun game of Kill or be Killed. " You don’t get it do you? I’m a MONSTER. “ “ People--Humans like you shouldn’t be friends with someone like me. You’re not like them... You’ll never be like them. “
