[They actually stomp their foot, grinding their heel into the rug out of escalating frustration.]
I know you hurt me. And I know you didn't mean to. And I know you're sorry for doing it. And I forgive you! I don't - you know that's not the same, that's not the same as what we talked about at all!
[Their arms cross across their chest, bottom lip jutting outward in a defiant pout, brow scrunching down in their imminent frustration. Like Chara is anything, anything at all like the people who left them there, who left them there and told them they'd be right back, who knew how to pinch hard enough so their skin went almost black, and called it love. Like Chara is anything like that. Maybe those people deserve none of their time, none of their thoughts of patience or forgiveness. But that's because they've devoted nothing to Frisk in turn.]
What? Am I not allowed to forgive you? Because you're the exception to the rule? You're not. You don't get to decide who I forgive or why I do. I just do. And you're forgiven. So there.
[And, for good measure, before they can muzzle the impulse, Frisk sticks out their tongue.]
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[They actually stomp their foot, grinding their heel into the rug out of escalating frustration.]
I know you hurt me. And I know you didn't mean to. And I know you're sorry for doing it. And I forgive you! I don't - you know that's not the same, that's not the same as what we talked about at all!
[Their arms cross across their chest, bottom lip jutting outward in a defiant pout, brow scrunching down in their imminent frustration. Like Chara is anything, anything at all like the people who left them there, who left them there and told them they'd be right back, who knew how to pinch hard enough so their skin went almost black, and called it love. Like Chara is anything like that. Maybe those people deserve none of their time, none of their thoughts of patience or forgiveness. But that's because they've devoted nothing to Frisk in turn.]
What? Am I not allowed to forgive you? Because you're the exception to the rule? You're not. You don't get to decide who I forgive or why I do. I just do. And you're forgiven. So there.
[And, for good measure, before they can muzzle the impulse, Frisk sticks out their tongue.]