Kuja's words sting. Primarily because they're true. Why had they defended Kuja so fiercely from even himself while condemning their counterpart?
But their friend's barbs were precisely what Frisk needed, really. They'd spent over two months running from what they'd seen in the Dream Width, from the simple truth that they'd seen there: that Frisk and Frisk were the exact same. Could they say with all certainty that they wouldn't have done the exact same thing? Wouldn't have gone through the exact same stages of desperation as the other Frisk did? Flowey had always pushed Frisk, guaranteed that they were absolved of all responsibility for whatever they'd done before a LOAD. And Frisk had believed him. On some level, they'd known Flowey was wrong, but they'd believed him, and seeing the ugly truth staring them right in the eyes had made Frisk want to run.
But there was no more running. Not when so much was at stake.
Unfortunately, Frisk is caught so much in self-recrimination that the Blizzaga nearly pierces them straight through the chest. Nearly. Their instincts take over, and thanks to Transience they flashstep away, unharmed. With their head back in the game, it's easy to get out of the way of the massive bloom of fire--by flashstepping straight through each spell, dispersing the flames and ice blades with sonic booms.
Shit, though. They're still falling. Hoping that their phone still works, Frisk fumbles the gadget out of their inventory, pressing a few key buttons, and... it impossibly unfolds into a jetpack, keeping them aloft. Then, they laugh. "Man, Kuja, even when you're evil-fied, it's nice to talk to you! Thanks for the pep talk. Helped me realize a few things.
"One, yeah. I'm a huge hypocrite! I really need to apologize to other me when this is all over and we've saved the world.
"Two... it reminded me of that time back in the Dream Width a few months ago.
"No matter what happens, Kuja. You try. You try so hard, try to be a better person. And if you slip up, or get evil-fied, or whatever... I'll always be here to drag you back to the light!" Then they flashstep forward again... to wrap themselves around Kuja in a hug. They don't even use any skills that would help them dodge. They just cling on as tightly as they can.
"I trust you, Kuja! I know you can break out of this! Think of me, of Snow, of Asriel, of Zidane, and even everyone you've wronged! You're not done giving back to the world yet!"
Are... are they protecting him? Yeah, they are. Frisk has positioned themself so any attack that hits Kuja will most likely harm them as well.
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But their friend's barbs were precisely what Frisk needed, really. They'd spent over two months running from what they'd seen in the Dream Width, from the simple truth that they'd seen there: that Frisk and Frisk were the exact same. Could they say with all certainty that they wouldn't have done the exact same thing? Wouldn't have gone through the exact same stages of desperation as the other Frisk did? Flowey had always pushed Frisk, guaranteed that they were absolved of all responsibility for whatever they'd done before a LOAD. And Frisk had believed him. On some level, they'd known Flowey was wrong, but they'd believed him, and seeing the ugly truth staring them right in the eyes had made Frisk want to run.
But there was no more running. Not when so much was at stake.
Unfortunately, Frisk is caught so much in self-recrimination that the Blizzaga nearly pierces them straight through the chest. Nearly. Their instincts take over, and thanks to Transience they flashstep away, unharmed. With their head back in the game, it's easy to get out of the way of the massive bloom of fire--by flashstepping straight through each spell, dispersing the flames and ice blades with sonic booms.
Shit, though. They're still falling. Hoping that their phone still works, Frisk fumbles the gadget out of their inventory, pressing a few key buttons, and... it impossibly unfolds into a jetpack, keeping them aloft. Then, they laugh. "Man, Kuja, even when you're evil-fied, it's nice to talk to you! Thanks for the pep talk. Helped me realize a few things.
"One, yeah. I'm a huge hypocrite! I really need to apologize to other me when this is all over and we've saved the world.
"Two... it reminded me of that time back in the Dream Width a few months ago.
"No matter what happens, Kuja. You try. You try so hard, try to be a better person. And if you slip up, or get evil-fied, or whatever... I'll always be here to drag you back to the light!" Then they flashstep forward again... to wrap themselves around Kuja in a hug. They don't even use any skills that would help them dodge. They just cling on as tightly as they can.
"I trust you, Kuja! I know you can break out of this! Think of me, of Snow, of Asriel, of Zidane, and even everyone you've wronged! You're not done giving back to the world yet!"
Are... are they protecting him? Yeah, they are. Frisk has positioned themself so any attack that hits Kuja will most likely harm them as well.