You didn't ask for it. I don't care if you think you were asking for it. It's not fair and it shouldn't be - that's not how it should be. Not here. Not when I keep saying that - that things can be different, and they are.
They're not like how they were Underground. People shouldn't just - attack you for no reason.
[And Chara will FIGHT back, of course they'll FIGHT back, as they lash out back at the things that come at them, at a world that has been too unfair and too harsh and too unforgiving. They will always FIGHT back, but they will never deny the world the opportunity to strike them in the first place. They will never claim that it is not, in some twisted way, justified.
It doesn't matter. They don't care. They don't care, even if they considered themselves an acceptable loss Underground, used to dying, used to suffering for the sake of a greater cause, but Chara - Chara isn't. Chara isn't allowed to die and suffer like it doesn't matter. Like they don't matter.
"Things can be different," says Frisk, over and over again.
Guess they can just add that one to their long, long list of broken promises.]
Sans's mirror. A version of you. A version of...me? Toriel? Who else. Anyone else?
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They're not like how they were Underground. People shouldn't just - attack you for no reason.
[And Chara will FIGHT back, of course they'll FIGHT back, as they lash out back at the things that come at them, at a world that has been too unfair and too harsh and too unforgiving. They will always FIGHT back, but they will never deny the world the opportunity to strike them in the first place. They will never claim that it is not, in some twisted way, justified.
It doesn't matter. They don't care. They don't care, even if they considered themselves an acceptable loss Underground, used to dying, used to suffering for the sake of a greater cause, but Chara - Chara isn't. Chara isn't allowed to die and suffer like it doesn't matter. Like they don't matter.
"Things can be different," says Frisk, over and over again.
Guess they can just add that one to their long, long list of broken promises.]
Sans's mirror. A version of you. A version of...me? Toriel? Who else. Anyone else?