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[impavidness]

[ listening to this story, frisk can't imagine sleeping. so although their eyes are closed and they're tucked in nice and tight, they imagine this lunar tear. they think it must be like a rose of some kind, because those are fancy flowers. and a hard to grow flower the grants wishes must be the fanciest of all. at the same time ... they wonder if such a flower could be called by a name.

so they think about this sheep, and they think about this flower, and with the lunar tear shaped in their mind they think about what kind of sheep wouldn't have a home. it's abandoned, and can't even do something like fend for itself... it must be young. they can imagine a sheep like that climbing...

well. ]

Are Lunar Tears real?

[extirpator]

They are.

[ his eyes flicker down when he says that. nier's voice softens with a quiet kind of sorrow. ]

I grew them myself.

[ but my wishes never came true, did they? ]

[impavidness]

[ their impression of nier shifts a bit. for better or worse, they can see him as someone with a lot determination to his name as well. ]

Do they really grant wishes?

[extirpator]

[ he doesn't want to say no — doesn't want to shatter this child's hopes and dreams.

and yet he can't bring himself to be honest, either. ]

Sometimes.

[ he smiles, just a bit sadly. ]

There are some wishes that can't be granted. But you don't need them to be happy.