A lot of it is just.... well, no one ever agrees with him. Period. That just doesn't happen. When they do, it's because of the obvious, not... not this. They're not supportive. Or... or.
Portland. Portland--
Foster wants to laugh at Papyrus, to spit at him, to tear him down, because Portland was meaningless--Portland was nothing, Portland wasn't real.
But it was real. Real enough. Amethyst, and his life there--having a life there--the rapid, implacable slide back into decay and misery, the betrayals--
That was. Real. Real enough.
He glances back at Taako. Alphys gets a vaguely baffled look, he shoots Papyrus a deeply suspicious stare that lasts all of a second or two.
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A lot of it is just.... well, no one ever agrees with him. Period. That just doesn't happen. When they do, it's because of the obvious, not... not this. They're not supportive. Or... or.
Portland. Portland--
Foster wants to laugh at Papyrus, to spit at him, to tear him down, because Portland was meaningless--Portland was nothing, Portland wasn't real.
But it was real. Real enough. Amethyst, and his life there--having a life there--the rapid, implacable slide back into decay and misery, the betrayals--
That was. Real. Real enough.
He glances back at Taako. Alphys gets a vaguely baffled look, he shoots Papyrus a deeply suspicious stare that lasts all of a second or two.
What... is he even supposed to do with this.]