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❀But no matter how hard we try. Some can not learn from the past...
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Papyrus was at last in front of the door of his home, wishing to enter and rest. He opened the door and Sans was asleep on the floor, apparently falling off the sofa. He raised his brother carefully, but apparently it was in vain, Sans woke up anyway.
Sans: Huh? S-Sweety ... where's Sweety?
Papyrus: Was not it in my room ...? Now that you say it ... There were a couple of footsteps around the house. I thought they were yours.
Sans: brother ... they were not mine. And the flower?
Papyrus: ... I do not know.
Both were doubtful. Maybe Flowey and Sweety were in the same place, or maybe they were playing somewhere. But, they were not completely sure that the girl was accompanied.
They left the house, looking for the child. They were calling her name but she did not show up. "Will she be angry?" Sans thought, but his thinking was wrong.
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Sweety: I need your help ...
<< Huh? Why? >>
Sweety: Because you're the one who has been the same as me.
<< Yes, I know. But I'm dead, you know? >>
Sweety: ... and it was my fault. We also know that ...
Sweety felt that her heart was going to break at any moment. That "little talk" she had with Frisk made her realize several things.
As the black flowers in Sweety's body disappeared, the crown of golden flowers that adorned Frisk's head grew.
How was that possible? Frisk died and reset. A black flower disappeared and a golden flower grew.
Sweety remembers those nights in which she had nightmares about the death of a young woman. She felt guilty and tried to console her.
"You can not give up now...! Stay determined ..."
Sweety's mother told him stories about a little boy named Chara. He was very brave and said that it was thanks to his determination. That's why the girl said that to the girl she saw in her dreams.
Sweety remembered all those things.
Sweety remembered how the determination felt.
Frisk, at some point, did not remember what it was like to feel determined.
Frisk could not remember why she came to the Underground.
Sweety did not remember how she became a flower monster.
Sweety: Feelings are treacherous Do you know ...?
<< Yes ... Especially "love". We believe it is beautiful but ... >>
Sweety: But it makes us suffer. I suppose love is a synonym for selfishness and destruction.
Is a sad thought... isn’t?
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