[Akechi spots him, just at the edge of the firelight-- far enough away that he's cloaked in shadows, close enough to eavesdrop. Flowey waves his stem like a hand and hops a short distance away.
If Akechi chooses to follow him, they'll find themselves on the edge of the festival grounds-- the din of joy and merriment just far enough away that the sounds and smells run together like watercolors.]
Too noisy over there for my taste. [There's a tremble in his voice. Akechi can tell there's almost certainly something else to it, but Flowey doesn't give time to press.] This is a better place to talk.
[It seems like every time he's talking to Akechi, it winds up being about death. Maybe that's all he has in common with people, now. Flowey hesitates.]
... It's not like it's a big secret anymore that I died. After everything happened and the others went to live on the surface, I prepared myself to live in isolation.
But then, I was transformed again! And now I've been here a whole month.
[And what a mess he's made of it. What's he ranting to Akechi for, anyway? It's not like he can feel bad for all the people he's upset. It's not like he'll ever change.
... He wonders how Frisk and Toriel are doing on the surface. Not that he cares.]
You said that someone saw something in you. When we met, I mean. How did you know what that is?
[He can't make it sound like he's asking for advice (even though he is). He'd better pivot.]
Sure, you've got Ren to keep you in line. You must have screwed up before, though. Hurt people. Maybe even killed.
C.
[Akechi spots him, just at the edge of the firelight-- far enough away that he's cloaked in shadows, close enough to eavesdrop. Flowey waves his stem like a hand and hops a short distance away.
If Akechi chooses to follow him, they'll find themselves on the edge of the festival grounds-- the din of joy and merriment just far enough away that the sounds and smells run together like watercolors.]
Too noisy over there for my taste. [There's a tremble in his voice. Akechi can tell there's almost certainly something else to it, but Flowey doesn't give time to press.] This is a better place to talk.
[It seems like every time he's talking to Akechi, it winds up being about death. Maybe that's all he has in common with people, now. Flowey hesitates.]
... It's not like it's a big secret anymore that I died. After everything happened and the others went to live on the surface, I prepared myself to live in isolation.
But then, I was transformed again! And now I've been here a whole month.
[And what a mess he's made of it. What's he ranting to Akechi for, anyway? It's not like he can feel bad for all the people he's upset. It's not like he'll ever change.
... He wonders how Frisk and Toriel are doing on the surface. Not that he cares.]
You said that someone saw something in you. When we met, I mean. How did you know what that is?
[He can't make it sound like he's asking for advice (even though he is). He'd better pivot.]
Sure, you've got Ren to keep you in line. You must have screwed up before, though. Hurt people. Maybe even killed.