The confusion is clear on Konoha's face as she tries to puzzle out what such a poetic sounding phrase means, but. Maybe it's something just in this child's world? And before she can ask, Frisk asks, and that...]
Ah... Some people, yeah. But don't worry, I don't listen to them.
[Until a generation past, her people had been treated as no better than beasts, been ridden, been made into pack mules... But she's lucky. She can smile, wriggle her hand again in offer to shake.]
no subject
The confusion is clear on Konoha's face as she tries to puzzle out what such a poetic sounding phrase means, but. Maybe it's something just in this child's world? And before she can ask, Frisk asks, and that...]
Ah... Some people, yeah. But don't worry, I don't listen to them.
[Until a generation past, her people had been treated as no better than beasts, been ridden, been made into pack mules... But she's lucky. She can smile, wriggle her hand again in offer to shake.]