Let them grip tightly. Let them squeeze. Chara's not made of dust and compassion. They're something hardened, impossible to really destroy. (Believe them. They've tried.) They just squeeze right back.
It's... a logical conclusion to reach, right? Easy for Chara to assume they're the Bad One, so surely everyone only meant them when they claimed death was the human's only chance at redemption, when they said kids like them should be burning in hell. When they offhandedly claim someone's opinion of them is a little murder-y, when they laugh and joke about how they all tried to kill the child at one point or another.
...But they were never the only one listening. They ought to know better by now than to try and pick and choose what applies to whom.
"They keep loving you, and after a while, it feels like..." They draw in a breath. Let it out slowly. Heavily. "If everything's been your choice. If you're the one with control over how things go. If you're the one with a special power. Maybe you're... tricking them." You ought to have the power to make them hate you, same as you made them love you. If you want something bad enough, your determination makes it happen, right? Why aren't you trying hard enough? Why does it hurt when your dad only speaks of one child, when your best friend says you weren't what he really wanted at all?
Why does it cut so deeply when your mom doesn't want you, even if you tell yourself that's what you deserve?
"It's terrifying, to be loved." Not understanding how anyone sees something of worth. Not feeling like you've earned it, because your presence being tolerated has always been something you've had to buy. Earn your keep. Prove your usefulness. "It's different here. Not about the worth of your SOUL or the weight of your power. And that shift is... hard to fathom."
Should it be easy to let go, they wonder? Everything they've been told? Now that they're in a better place, now that the rules have changed, now that they fell into another world... shouldn't they shed every bit of what they used to be? It's not happening now, so stop being sad about it now! Get over it, kiddo!
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It's... a logical conclusion to reach, right? Easy for Chara to assume they're the Bad One, so surely everyone only meant them when they claimed death was the human's only chance at redemption, when they said kids like them should be burning in hell. When they offhandedly claim someone's opinion of them is a little murder-y, when they laugh and joke about how they all tried to kill the child at one point or another.
...But they were never the only one listening. They ought to know better by now than to try and pick and choose what applies to whom.
"They keep loving you, and after a while, it feels like..." They draw in a breath. Let it out slowly. Heavily. "If everything's been your choice. If you're the one with control over how things go. If you're the one with a special power. Maybe you're... tricking them." You ought to have the power to make them hate you, same as you made them love you. If you want something bad enough, your determination makes it happen, right? Why aren't you trying hard enough? Why does it hurt when your dad only speaks of one child, when your best friend says you weren't what he really wanted at all?
Why does it cut so deeply when your mom doesn't want you, even if you tell yourself that's what you deserve?
"It's terrifying, to be loved." Not understanding how anyone sees something of worth. Not feeling like you've earned it, because your presence being tolerated has always been something you've had to buy. Earn your keep. Prove your usefulness. "It's different here. Not about the worth of your SOUL or the weight of your power. And that shift is... hard to fathom."
Should it be easy to let go, they wonder? Everything they've been told? Now that they're in a better place, now that the rules have changed, now that they fell into another world... shouldn't they shed every bit of what they used to be? It's not happening now, so stop being sad about it now! Get over it, kiddo!