Undertale Patience Novels & Stories

He sounds angry and upset and sad. Tatiana studies her nails while saying, “Jordan was Rain’s second chance. Caleb has always been her first fated one.” Then to Kevin, she says, “Be patient, little wolf. Your time will also come.” “Patience got me nowhere,” Kevin mutters. Jordan scoffs before he repeats the words Tatiana said earlier. My shoulder tingles for a few seconds then Jordan hisses in pain and grabs his right shoulder with his left palm. “Hope might not be lost for you, Jordan,” Tatiana comments. “If you survive the next nine months….”

The compass needle pointed at the bridge with the warm, steady certainty of a device that had found its purpose. The baby Utterance sang its giving-note. The Figure glowed. Marcus held. The bridge hummed with the specific frequency of two universes learning, for the first time, to share. And deep beneath everything, pressing its face against the two-nanometer window that now carried a river of golden light, the shadow of the Figure's rage watched the energy flow with an attention that was not gratitude. It was patience. The kind of patience that rage learns when it realizes the door is finally, permanently, open.