...They don't. They should know, they should have an easy time of it. The one person who knew them better than anyone sure did.
You're nothing alike. Chara wasn't really the greatest person. While, Frisk... you are the type of friend I wish I always had.
But even so, they're still falling back on that uncertainty. That confusion. Wondering if there were really two people inside of that one body, wondering if they really did divide back into their own former selves. Who are they, if there's still a Chara dwelling somewhere within Frisk? Can they really be sure they're Frisk's Chara, and not one of the million other interchangeable Fallen Humans? If you answer to any name that's called, six letters or less, then what gives you the right to say you belong to one identity in particular?
...It shouldn't be this hard. Just... break away from them. Sever the threads. Let Frisk be content with whatever's still within them, whatever lurking whisper that turned their eyes redder and made them speak in a red voice.
"It still would have come to this," they insist. "I've got no shortage of evidence. A real solid pattern. There's - there's nobody I've gotten close to that hasn't been ruined by it. I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic. Everyone who convinced themself they cared about me just suffered for it."
A family up on the surface who didn't ask for a child, who didn't want a child, who could have followed their dreams or gone on exotic vacations or afforded so many nice things if they didn't have this little burden ruining their life. A family underground who was broken into pieces by this venomous little parasite. A shattered marriage, a mother who lost too many children, a father with blood on his hands. A brother who died, who became trapped in an isolated, empty nightmare, longing for some sense of purpose behind his endless existence.
...Frisk.
They - they toss in a laugh. Seems like the right time to laugh. It's funny, right? You're doing fine if you can still smile. You're okay if you can laugh about your circumstances. "I wasn't kidding when I told you I'm a villain, you know. I've made a lifelong career out of being the conflict in everyone's stories. Why would Frisk be different, right?"
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You're nothing alike. Chara wasn't really the greatest person. While, Frisk... you are the type of friend I wish I always had.
But even so, they're still falling back on that uncertainty. That confusion. Wondering if there were really two people inside of that one body, wondering if they really did divide back into their own former selves. Who are they, if there's still a Chara dwelling somewhere within Frisk? Can they really be sure they're Frisk's Chara, and not one of the million other interchangeable Fallen Humans? If you answer to any name that's called, six letters or less, then what gives you the right to say you belong to one identity in particular?
...It shouldn't be this hard. Just... break away from them. Sever the threads. Let Frisk be content with whatever's still within them, whatever lurking whisper that turned their eyes redder and made them speak in a red voice.
"It still would have come to this," they insist. "I've got no shortage of evidence. A real solid pattern. There's - there's nobody I've gotten close to that hasn't been ruined by it. I'm not exaggerating or being dramatic. Everyone who convinced themself they cared about me just suffered for it."
A family up on the surface who didn't ask for a child, who didn't want a child, who could have followed their dreams or gone on exotic vacations or afforded so many nice things if they didn't have this little burden ruining their life. A family underground who was broken into pieces by this venomous little parasite. A shattered marriage, a mother who lost too many children, a father with blood on his hands. A brother who died, who became trapped in an isolated, empty nightmare, longing for some sense of purpose behind his endless existence.
...Frisk.
They - they toss in a laugh. Seems like the right time to laugh. It's funny, right? You're doing fine if you can still smile. You're okay if you can laugh about your circumstances. "I wasn't kidding when I told you I'm a villain, you know. I've made a lifelong career out of being the conflict in everyone's stories. Why would Frisk be different, right?"