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[warriorscribe]

[Such a wondrous device. Are there little invisible couriers for these messages?]

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[despiteeverything]

Um... The stuff that I told you and Clayton about. The resets?

[Frisk hesitates for the briefest of moments, before plowing on.]

Mom doesn't know. Please... please don't tell her.

[She can't know. She can't know how many times they died. How their making it through the Underground safely after her letting them go was a matter of trial and error, rather than luck or skill.]

[warriorscribe]

I understand.

[He's had to keep things like this secret from people he called friends and family, himself. He knows. He just wishes this burden wasn't placed on someone so young...]

I won't say a word. As far as she's concerned, you are simply very perceptive, very lucky, or both.

[despiteeverything]

[He can probably hear their sigh of relief.]

Thanks. Mom... She's lost a lotta kids before me.

[And even if Enoch doesn't know about Frisk's journey yet, and all the implications that might have for someone with their abilities... Toriel would. Toriel would have a very good idea about how the seventh human to fall in the Underground since Asgore declared war might use the ability to Reset. Might have to use...]

It's really strange... being able to talk about this stuff.

[warriorscribe]

I know. It was...unusual for me, too. In this place, we've all come from so many different places, some of them so strange your secrets are nothing to them. Only the other day I met another immortal...

[But he's getting slightly off topic here.]

...It's a relief, though, to finally be able to do so though, isn't it? Holding a secret like that is difficult.