[Hilarious, is it not? It's not the same as reading into the subtle twitches at the corners of lips and the pinching of eyes, the kind of careful deduction that requires skin to decipher. The kind of plastic smile they wear, the kind of stoic flatness that Frisk perfected into a mask out of necessity.]
[It's different with bone. But there are little tells you learn to look for.]
I see. [They do see - with entirely too much clarity, and with the even-toned finality reminiscent of a different tone altogether - perhaps one more appropriate to an exchange held in The Corridor.]
It must be awfully nice, to feel that you can pick and choose which rules you would prefer to follow.
[Such as the ones that allow you to bow out at your own discretion.]
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[It's different with bone. But there are little tells you learn to look for.]
I see. [They do see - with entirely too much clarity, and with the even-toned finality reminiscent of a different tone altogether - perhaps one more appropriate to an exchange held in The Corridor.]
It must be awfully nice, to feel that you can pick and choose which rules you would prefer to follow.
[Such as the ones that allow you to bow out at your own discretion.]
[Nothing left but us ghosts.]