First blood. A thrill of savage triumph jolts down their spine, because see? They're not powerless. They can beat things bigger and stronger than them. Nothing in the whole world can subjugate them, can force them to do things.
And then he goes and says that name.
They stiffen, tense, even if they know they have to stay fluid, ready to dodge, ready to lash out.
"How do you know that name?" They spit. "You're not one of us." He can't know that name. He doesn't know them. Only Pan's children know them, and he's not a kid like they are. He's not one of Pan's, so he's one of them. Outsiders, grown-ups, enemies.
"That's - that's not my name!" Chara lies, because - because -
Because they'll wear any name at all, six letters or less.
No, because names don't matter at all, and they refuse to give this guy anything that could be used against them. Won't let him have even an inch of leverage.
no subject
And then he goes and says that name.
They stiffen, tense, even if they know they have to stay fluid, ready to dodge, ready to lash out.
"How do you know that name?" They spit. "You're not one of us." He can't know that name. He doesn't know them. Only Pan's children know them, and he's not a kid like they are. He's not one of Pan's, so he's one of them. Outsiders, grown-ups, enemies.
"That's - that's not my name!" Chara lies, because - because -
Because they'll wear any name at all, six letters or less.
No, because names don't matter at all, and they refuse to give this guy anything that could be used against them. Won't let him have even an inch of leverage.