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[Sometime during the afternoon, a simple text makes its way onto the network, no picture or video attached.]

 

I'm back from vacation.

Don't worry. It was boring.

-Frisk

[None of which is, precisely, a lie. Thankfully, considering Frisk is just about the worst liar they know.]

[But it's good to be home.]

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['Very.']

[Were Frisk any less naturally inclined to stoicism, that single word would have sent them flinching. Not because Colin is cruel, but because he doesn't sugarcoat the truth. They're thankful for that. It confirms what... they'd already figured out. What they already knew.]

[What's impossible to ignore, really, when you awaken folded into trembling smell of faux and bones instead of golden flowers; when your SOUL finds the magnetic gravity well of itself and the termination of all else; when a mother of magic yet again has no body to bury, stolen by dust, by a king in the mountain, by a queen in the shadows. When you look into the face of someone who once told you don't kill, and don't be killed, and know that you have disappointing news for him either way.]

[Frisk died.]
[That's fine.]




[--it's fine.]