But you haven't. You didn't. And I know you didn't mean to. I'm not going to punish you for something you could have done. Something you didn't even want to do!
[That's what Chara's so good at. What they've always been good at. Punishing themselves, endlessly hurting themselves for perceived injustices. For imagined slights. For making people love them, and forgive them, because no one could possibly see something worth loving and forgiving in a demon, could they? Destroying those bridges so no one else can.
Because no one will love them the way they are. Right?
* Is your flesh as rotten as you?
Frisk almost says something else. Something about how things that are broken cannot possibly get more broken, as if there is a metric for the level of broken that is acceptable - they emerged this way, they know they did, and there's no taking that back. No making it better, or more bearable.
Their tone softens, gently.]
It's okay. It's okay. You don't have to ask like you're those - those people that did those things, who - who did those things to me. You're nothing like them.
[They can feel their SOUL again. Red, warm, and whole. Uncorrupted, they thing. The same as it always was. SAVED, perhaps.]
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[That's what Chara's so good at. What they've always been good at. Punishing themselves, endlessly hurting themselves for perceived injustices. For imagined slights. For making people love them, and forgive them, because no one could possibly see something worth loving and forgiving in a demon, could they? Destroying those bridges so no one else can.
Because no one will love them the way they are. Right?
* Is your flesh as rotten as you?
Frisk almost says something else. Something about how things that are broken cannot possibly get more broken, as if there is a metric for the level of broken that is acceptable - they emerged this way, they know they did, and there's no taking that back. No making it better, or more bearable.
Their tone softens, gently.]
It's okay. It's okay. You don't have to ask like you're those - those people that did those things, who - who did those things to me. You're nothing like them.
[They can feel their SOUL again. Red, warm, and whole. Uncorrupted, they thing. The same as it always was. SAVED, perhaps.]
You're like me.
[Can you feel it beating, partner?]