Mission Tale II: Shattered Mirrors

Chara: Cerrar las cosas malas

"Hey, Frisk? About your grandfather and his experiments. . . how were you able to say it so easily?"

"Well, it was hard, that's for sure. But. . . it's just that I have nothing to hide anymore. Holding secrets and suppressed memories holds no purpose as of right now, believe it or not. . ."

What she said. . . really stuck onto me tonight. . . 

"Holding secrets and suppressed memories holds no purpose as of right now. . ."

I can't help but wonder, is it all because of me at the fact that all of this is coming down to shit. . ?

From compressing the idea of Kiliano being Fallon,

To suspecting the mole to be one of Kiliano's old friends,

To this particular group being created because of me.

All I could ever remember is me trying to find a escape for my pain. For my suffering that I have experienced from a tender and vulnerable age. 

Just for it to come back and torment me even more in the future. 

. . Is this all my fault ?

". . . Hey, Hermanito. . . I got a trick for you to do if those bullies or nuns try to get into your head again. Wanna hear it?"

Back at the orphanage, I remember Kiliano teaching me a method to help cope with all of the things that I was going through back at the orphanage.

"You know what dad used to say, right? No dejes que las cosas malas de tu vida te lastime. Tienes el poder de hacer un cambio o de mantener la mentalidad del cambio que llegará tarde o temprano."

Our dad used to make a lot of speeches back in our old town, and people used to love them.

He would sometimes speak on the social and injustices within the system that he worked in, and swore that he was going to make a change to make sure that every monster and human would be protected as such from people who are wrongfully harming them. 

There's so many speeches that were recorded of our father. Some was even on local television stations for a while where the local news would praise him and his actions and words for our city. 

"¡Papa! ¡Mi rodilla!"

My dad was like an angel. He was kind, gentle, and was always there if you were to call him. 

"Ah, mi hijo, what happened to your knee? Ah! Stay still, let me go get my kit."

Not only that he was caring and nurturing, but he always made sure that we had what we wanted; though what we wanted wasn't money-draining.

"Pa! Can tell us your speech that you did today?"

"Ah, Kiliano, my boy. I need to get some sleep. It's getting late."

"Pleasse, Papa?"

"Not you too, Challen, you two have school in the morning."

"Pa, just this once? I promise me and Challen would be fast asleep tonight and up and ready in the morning! Your speeches are amazing! And we only see them on TV!"

"Alright, Alright! Have a seat. I'll do my speech word for word."

That night, my father said his whole speech that he did that evening. While me and Kiliano jumped at the couch as our father said his words with pride.