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[friendlyflower]

[*Looks like someone left their Grumpearl on.
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... Why did I have to find Lusamine? I don't even care that she's in a stupid coma.

[You don't feel a sense of love or attachment or empathy... but there's a pang of something. Another name on the list. Another petal plucked.]

Hee hee... what an idiot. She spent so much energy trying to 'fix' me that she couldn't even take care of herself. Now look at us. I'm still here and she might as well be dead.

[Maybe he should have taken her soul. Then maybe she...

... no. Sharing a body has never worked out for him. And the last thing he wants is someone that close. Reading his thoughts, the stupid impulses that pass for 'feelings'... what a joke.]

I hate everyone. I hate all of them!!!

I hate every single one of those stupid losers! I hope they ALL drop dead!!

[He knows he doesn't mean it. But do you?]

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[shotinhead]

[ It was almost, once again, another flash of feeling. That same desire, having to be buried. Perhaps it was fine to let himself be known a little. Only a little. ]

That's a bit of a bugger, though. Wouldn't wish my worst enemy to be anything like me. [ It's said gently. ] Then again. Falling down... seems like a gentle way to talk about this sorta thing. Almost sounds like something these guys would make up.

[ This world is soft, so soft, and that makes this guy uncomfortable. ]

[friendlyflower]

[... Flowey understands. This world, to Courier Six, is almost like how the surface would've been to him. Too soft. Too nice. Not for him.]

Heh. And I wouldn't wish any of my worst enemies to be anything like me, either. But here we are.

[shotinhead]

[ And yet, he's stuck here. And yet, there's nothing that he can do to get out of here. Perhaps that is why he broadcasts such a calm feeling. ]

Perhaps we are kindred souls. Hah. One of th'good things about bein' taken is that we have a chance to meet.