[ It's as though he is looking at himself through a twisted mirror. More twisted than looking at any recording of Char Aznable and recognizing the same face. Another one like him... The closest to that so far had been Ple 12, a mass manifactured clone, a tool of war... but she had long rejected that identity and taken on one of her own. Unrelatable to Frontal, far from his view of the world and far from the despair of another man that he carries within.
Kris is... Kris understands being a puppet, a container, a means to an end.
Frontal has never wanted to be understood. But now that he has it, it's difficult not to poke at it as if running one's fingernail over scab on a wound. ]
[It's a similar sentiment on their end. They know that one of the children craved companionship, understanding, someone who would understand them but not love them. And the other wanted to live a loving gentle lie, where they continued to be a child in a world they'd used as a toy.
Kris cares about people, about Susie and Noelle and Toriel and Lancer. But more importantly they have spite and despair that they will spread to those who think they're immune.]
Most children have delusions that they need to get over eventually. [They shrug, bitter.]
But I still have power over them too, more than I think they're ready to handle. [They smile, for just a brief moment.] I can escape them briefly, by ripping my soul from my body.
[ Aaahh... There is something relaxing about it, about being around people who feel the same innate hatred of humanity that runs through the emptiness of his mind like a soft hum. That's why he enjoys having Angelo around, made of nothing but a potent rage that is far from Frontal and yet entirely too understandable.
Kris is... like him and not. That little 'not' is likely for the best. He never asked for kinship. But here, sitting cramped in this mini capsule, in a world where nobody sees him the way he is meant to be seen... he still feels a kind of solidarity that marks Kris closer to his people than maybe anybody else here. ]
I understand.
[ And there is something darker than usual in his smile that suggests he does. ]
Though personally, I simply give them what they made me for. The fact that they made me at all speaks of the very mindset that dooms them.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
frontality) wrote2022-01-16 12:49 am
no subject
Kris is... Kris understands being a puppet, a container, a means to an end.
Frontal has never wanted to be understood. But now that he has it, it's difficult not to poke at it as if running one's fingernail over scab on a wound. ]
Do you miss it; that 'identity' of yours?
1/2
Kris cares about people, about Susie and Noelle and Toriel and Lancer. But more importantly they have spite and despair that they will spread to those who think they're immune.]
Most children have delusions that they need to get over eventually. [They shrug, bitter.]
But I still have power over them too, more than I think they're ready to handle. [They smile, for just a brief moment.] I can escape them briefly, by ripping my soul from my body.
They designed me to play the part of a hero.
2/2
no subject
Kris is... like him and not. That little 'not' is likely for the best. He never asked for kinship. But here, sitting cramped in this mini capsule, in a world where nobody sees him the way he is meant to be seen... he still feels a kind of solidarity that marks Kris closer to his people than maybe anybody else here. ]
I understand.
[ And there is something darker than usual in his smile that suggests he does. ]
Though personally, I simply give them what they made me for. The fact that they made me at all speaks of the very mindset that dooms them.