Perseverance

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Persevere verb to persist in anything undertaken { Ind. Sel. Purple Soul blog. Written by Abby the Egg. }

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“You’re welcome.” They replied softly. “I’m glad too. I upset a lot of people by persevering this long. Hopefully, they’ll come around when I give up.” They didn’t sound like they believed what they said, though.

“So thank you. For taking me here and taking my journal and talking with me. It’s been fun.” They murmured quietly.

He nodded slowly, “Of course.” A tiny smile crossed his face at the human.

He held their notebook in his hands, glancing down at it for a second before looking back up at them, “Well, um… You’re almost there.” He stopped in front of the elevator, “…After this, you just need to walk the pathway along New Home. The King’s castle will just be up ahead.” He smiled a little sadder now, “I… I-I guess this is goodbye?”

They stared at the elevator, hand hesitating over the button. This was it. One short elevator ride, a walk, and then they’d be in front of the king. It would probably only be thirty minutes until then. Thirty minutes until the end. What a thought that was! Cora took a moment to marvel over their own thoughts and reached up to wipe their eyes.

“I don’t really like goodbyes. They sound really final. So, see you later?”

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“Thank you.” They bowed their head gratefully and continued walking.

“Of course. I doubt I’m going to be able to use it as a corpse.” The child tried to laugh but it came out very forced and they had to cover it with a cough. “Besides, I haven’t exactly managed to make many friends down here. Just you and Miss Toriel and she’s not exactly contactable anymore. So I might as well give it to you. A parting gift.”

“Oh… Right…” Mettaton mumbled. It still pained him a little to think about how this human was not only going to die soon, but also for the fact they would be giving up their very soul in just a while longer until they got to the King. He frowned slightly when Cora tried to force a laugh.

“…W-Well, um… Thank you..” The robot tried to smile at them. They hadn’t made any friends except for him and one other person…? “…I’m glad I could be your friend, then.”

“You’re welcome.” They replied softly. “I’m glad too. I upset a lot of people by persevering this long. Hopefully, they’ll come around when I give up.” They didn’t sound like they believed what they said, though.

“So thank you. For taking me here and taking my journal and talking with me. It’s been fun.” They murmured quietly.

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“Oh! Vous êtes tellement jolie. You are very pretty!”

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She’s not sure how to respond, wondering if they can read sign. Can they hear her through her soul? ‘T–Thank you? Can…you hear me?’

“Yes, I can. Forgive me if that was a bit sudden, I just wanted to tell you.” They bowed their head in apology, but were soon to rise it again. She didn’t seem terribly angry, so there wasn’t much need to stay upset.

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Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.

R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree (via books-n-quotes)

#{ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵒᵗᵉᵇᵒᵒᵏ }; musings

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

Neil Gaiman (via psych-facts)

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“Take my notebook. Maybe you’ll find some interest in it since there is a code for the shorthand in there.” Cora replied, holding out the torn notebook to him. “Or you can throw it away. It doesn’t really matter what you do since it’ll only affect you in the end.” They weren’t going to have any use for it where they were headed.

Mettaton stared at the notebook for a second before nodding again, “Alright… I’ll keep your notebook, then.” He took it from them gently. He didn’t want to throw something like that away, and he was pretty curious about what was written in it and all…

“…You’re sure you want me to have this, though…?” He asked, looking back up at them.

“Thank you.” They bowed their head gratefully and continued walking.

“Of course. I doubt I’m going to be able to use it as a corpse.” The child tried to laugh but it came out very forced and they had to cover it with a cough. “Besides, I haven’t exactly managed to make many friends down here. Just you and Miss Toriel and she’s not exactly contactable anymore. So I might as well give it to you. A parting gift.”

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“Yes, I plan on it. Nobody is merciful without incentive. I figure if I give up peacefully, he’ll spare me some pain. It’s just logical.” They explained, nodding to themself as they thought about their reasoning.

They fell silent again, not having much more to say. “Um…do you think you can do me a favor?” They asked softly.

“…I guess that makes sense…” Mettaton nodded a little as he listened. He frowned a bit, tilting his head in slight curiosity at Cora, “A favour? Well, what is it you need, darling?”

"Take my notebook. Maybe you'll find some interest in it since there is a code for the shorthand in there." Cora replied, holding out the torn notebook to him. "Or you can throw it away. It doesn't really matter what you do since it'll only affect you in the end." They weren't going to have any use for it where they were headed.

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“Hey, I don’t exactly have a lot to work with. Not a whole lot of books have children marching off to their doom and trying to think of positives.” They pointed out quietly.

“Actually, I don’t intend to fight him at all.” Cora mumbled. “I’d be an idiot to try. I mean, I’m not very strong, so he’ll win with ease. It wouldn’t make much sense for me to go down fighting. So I’ll just give up.” No sense if giving the poor King grief for just doing the inevitable.

“Oh…” Was all Mettaton could say to that. He was feeling awkward again, talking about this. He wasn’t sure how to respond to a situation as grim as this.

He blinked, “You’re… just going to give up your soul…?” He asked. It did make sense to not fight since they wouldn’t have much of a chance with fighting back, but he didn’t think the human would simply give up their soul just like that.

"Yes, I plan on it. Nobody is merciful without incentive. I figure if I give up peacefully, he'll spare me some pain. It's just logical." They explained, nodding to themself as they thought about their reasoning.

They fell silent again, not having much more to say. "Um...do you think you can do me a favor?" They asked softly.

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Cora let the silence settled. Who were they trying to kid? Cora knew how bleak their future looked and they were sure Mettaton could see it too. They were going to die and all it would mean to most would be that they were one step closer to being free.

“…You know, I once read a book where the hero was cornered and about to die and he said ‘To die would be an awfully big adventure.’ Maybe this’ll just be like an adventure. One with a definite end.”

He listened as he walked beside them, “Oh… Well, I guess so…” He still didn’t want to think about them dying, but it was likely inevitable anyway. “…I guess that’s… a nicer way of putting it…” He mumbled.

“W-Well, um… Good luck, I guess… With fighting Asgore and all…” He still couldn’t imagine how scared the human must have been right now. They were almost through the Core, to the elevator that would go to the capital of the Underground.

“Hey, I don’t exactly have a lot to work with. Not a whole lot of books have children marching off to their doom and trying to think of positives.” They pointed out quietly.

“Actually, I don’t intend to fight him at all.” Cora mumbled. “I’d be an idiot to try. I mean, I’m not very strong, so he’ll win with ease. It wouldn’t make much sense for me to go down fighting. So I’ll just give up.” No sense if giving the poor King grief for just doing the inevitable.

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Overawe verb | subdue, restrain, or overcome by affecting with a feeling of awe; frighten (as with threats)

#{ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵒᵗᵉᵇᵒᵒᵏ }; musings

This Tiny Book of Historical Events Is Smaller Than a Finger Tip

Denver-based illustrator Evan Lorenzen created The Mini Book of Major Events, a hand-sewn book barely larger than a pencil eraser.

I don’t think I can make another Tiny Food Party reference again so soon, so I’ll just say TINY BOOK OMG WHEE AWESOME!

– Petra

“Ah that’s how life goes, I guess.” They said softly, hugging their notebook to their chest and staring down as they walked.

“But, it’s not all bad. You all will be one soul closer to being free. That’s a good thing.” Cora tried to be comforted by that fact, but it didn’t do them any good. they were still so scared. But despite being scared, despite knowing that they were soon going to be dead, they kept walking at their normal pace. They had to keep going.

They were filled with perseverance.

“…I suppose it is…” Mettaton nodded slowly. He couldn’t deny that it was a good thing that they would be one more soul closer to being able to break the barrier, but he really wished it didn’t have to be like this. In the short time he’d met them, he already managed to get attached, even if it was a little, and he really didn’t want this human to die.

He frowned a little, simply following alongside them without another word. He just didn’t know what to say.

Cora let the silence settled. Who were they trying to kid? Cora knew how bleak their future looked and they were sure Mettaton could see it too. They were going to die and all it would mean to most would be that they were one step closer to being free.

“...You know, I once read a book where the hero was cornered and about to die and he said ‘To die would be an awfully big adventure.’ Maybe this’ll just be like an adventure. One with a definite end.”

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“I usually am.” They said, but not in a rude way. They said it in a gentle sort of way, like pointing out a fact.

“Yes, but not about meeting his majesty. I hear he is very kind and polite, so I don’t fear him.” They shrunk a little, curling inward like a wilting flower. No longer did they seem like smart but bubbly child. Instead, they looked like someone who knew too much and hated themselves for it. They looked so frightened. “I am scared because I am going to die.”

Mettaton frowned, seeing how scared they seemed to be now. He was panicking a little; he didn’t mean to frighten them… Maybe he shouldn’t have brought that up. Why did he have to bring that up? He felt bad now.

“O-Oh… Well… Um…” He tried to find the right words to say. He tried to think of something that could calm them down, but he just couldn’t figure out what to say without being a blatant liar. He fell silent, staring down at the ground for a short moment.

“…Well, um… I-I’m sorry…”

“Ah that’s how life goes, I guess.” They said softly, hugging their notebook to their chest and staring down as they walked.

“But, it’s not all bad. You all will be one soul closer to being free. That’s a good thing.” Cora tried to be comforted by that fact, but it didn’t do them any good. they were still so scared. But despite being scared, despite knowing that they were soon going to be dead, they kept walking at their normal pace. They had to keep going.

They were filled with perseverance.

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Their face started to burn a little in shame for not knowing and they looked down. “I don’t know how to play.” They admitted quietly, though technically the latter was the case too. Cora didn’t have much interest in playing, but if Toriel told them too, they’d obey.

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Toriel somehow knew that Cora didn’t want to play. Maybe it was the way her shoulders had sagged down when she had told her to go and play, or maybe it was the look of boredom instead of joy that enveloped most kids when they heard that peaceful word.

“Oh, I have a wonderful idea!” Toriel stated with a bright smile, her eyes lighting up. “We could read a book! My favorite one is 72 uses for snails…. how about yours, Cora dear?”

“A-actually that sounds really nice. Thank you ma’am.” Cora relaxed a bit, but they still were a bit flustered and ashamed. They truly had such a love for reading. They couldn’t possibly stay timid when reading was involved.

“Um...I don’t have a favourite book ma’am. I like a lot of different ones.” They replied. They couldn’t possibly imagine how a snail could have 72 different uses, but they supposed they couldn’t judge. It wasn’t the weirdest book they’d ever heard about.

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“Oh! Vous êtes tellement jolie. You are very pretty!”

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“I’m glad you had fun then. Let’s do this again some time.” Cora knew that they weren’t the most fun to hang around, but they figured that if they hung out with her more, they could probably become friends eventually. Or, at least, they hoped so.

“See you around, Eliza.” They smiled, waving a bit and starting to head off.

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“Well, I think so anyways.” They were more than aware that most people thought them silly for it.

“Yes. But it’s not a bad thing. I’m very awkward too. C'est la vie.” Cora shrugged, the French rolling off their tongue flawlessly. “Life is awkward. That’s why everyone complains about it. So it’s not bad. Just normal.”

“…Well, I guess you’re right…” Mettaton mumbled. He couldn’t help feeling a little more self-conscious now. More than he already was. Cora’s words helped a little, somewhat. At least he wasn’t alone with being awkward, then. Still, it was so unbecoming of someone who was supposed to be a celebrity who should be used to talking to people anyway…

“Oh, um… We’re almost there…” He said, looking around and taking notice of his surroundings as he walked. “…Are you nervous? About meeting the King?”

“I usually am.” They said, but not in a rude way. They said it in a gentle sort of way, like pointing out a fact.

“Yes, but not about meeting his majesty. I hear he is very kind and polite, so I don’t fear him.” They shrunk a little, curling inward like a wilting flower. No longer did they seem like smart but bubbly child. Instead, they looked like someone who knew too much and hated themselves for it. They looked so frightened. “I am scared because I am going to die.”

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