...They thought they might have been the angel once, too. They'd seen the surface. The future of humans and monsters, everyone had called them. The only SOUL with the potential to cross the barrier, to seek out the power to take it down. But they were never the angel. Asriel was. They were the one who took him to the surface, that's all. The one who got the angel shot down.
Unlike Frisk, they're feeling right at home in their costume. What sort of being, after all, kills angels? What sort of being gets struck down by an angel, again and again and again, without a hint of mercy or hesitation? Pretty obvious answer, isn't it?
They cant their head to one side. Consider Frisk, for a moment. No point denying Asriel was the angel. He was. That's a fact. So... what's the right answer here?
After a moment, Chara twists. Frees the spaded tail clipped to their waist. Holds it out. "Wanna be both?" They offer. Like it makes any difference at all. "I'm glad you're not really an angel," they add, sort of falteringly. They're pretty sure that the actual good answer here is "yes, you are an angel," to remind Frisk that they're the good one, that they've always been the good one. Pretty sure that maybe they're encouraging something that they... shouldn't? Planting a seed of something Chara-ish, and therefore of something evil and poisonous?
"Angels judge mortals, and find them sinful," Chara mumbles. "Angels won't trust demons. Angels are... are kinda insufferable, because they're always just well-behaved and innocent and boring."
They're not sure if they're insulting the blue heck out of Asriel, or trying to speak in grander, more metaphorical tones. Either way, that's... kind of mean, isn't it? They really are bad at this. They redden, turn their face away.
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Unlike Frisk, they're feeling right at home in their costume. What sort of being, after all, kills angels? What sort of being gets struck down by an angel, again and again and again, without a hint of mercy or hesitation? Pretty obvious answer, isn't it?
They cant their head to one side. Consider Frisk, for a moment. No point denying Asriel was the angel. He was. That's a fact. So... what's the right answer here?
After a moment, Chara twists. Frees the spaded tail clipped to their waist. Holds it out. "Wanna be both?" They offer. Like it makes any difference at all. "I'm glad you're not really an angel," they add, sort of falteringly. They're pretty sure that the actual good answer here is "yes, you are an angel," to remind Frisk that they're the good one, that they've always been the good one. Pretty sure that maybe they're encouraging something that they... shouldn't? Planting a seed of something Chara-ish, and therefore of something evil and poisonous?
"Angels judge mortals, and find them sinful," Chara mumbles. "Angels won't trust demons. Angels are... are kinda insufferable, because they're always just well-behaved and innocent and boring."
They're not sure if they're insulting the blue heck out of Asriel, or trying to speak in grander, more metaphorical tones. Either way, that's... kind of mean, isn't it? They really are bad at this. They redden, turn their face away.