I know. I know. It's okay, Chara. I'm okay. It worked out, and we're both okay.
[But the words are just a formless, hopeless litany, as pointless and endlessly spiraling as a circle. Useless in stemming the flow of whatever self-blame Chara must be heaping upon themself - and Frisk knows they've got to be, because Frisk would be doing the same in their place, they know without question.
They do all they can do, all they ever do, and stand there patiently, and smile.]
I've hurt you too. I've broken promises, I've, I've done terrible things to you. You've always...you've still stayed with me. Still my best friend, my family.
[Despite everything, right?
Despite everything.
And they do mean everything.
They've broken promises. They've thrown Chara's words back in their face. They've taken things from them, taken away a family, taken away an object that was theirs and that proved that they existed, treated it like garbage. They've hurt them. They've deliberately taken every vulnerability Chara has displayed, every moment in which they've expressed guilt or pain or regret, and knotted it into a ball to fling into their face with all the energy and disgust they can muster.
But still.
There are promises they've broken, and promises they've kept.]
Why's it okay when I hurt you, but not the other way around, Chara?
[The words are soft and even and patient, as if Frisk doesn't already know the answer. As if they don't already know what Chara must be thinking in response, what they're about to say.]
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[But the words are just a formless, hopeless litany, as pointless and endlessly spiraling as a circle. Useless in stemming the flow of whatever self-blame Chara must be heaping upon themself - and Frisk knows they've got to be, because Frisk would be doing the same in their place, they know without question.
They do all they can do, all they ever do, and stand there patiently, and smile.]
I've hurt you too. I've broken promises, I've, I've done terrible things to you. You've always...you've still stayed with me. Still my best friend, my family.
[Despite everything, right?
Despite everything.
And they do mean everything.
They've broken promises. They've thrown Chara's words back in their face. They've taken things from them, taken away a family, taken away an object that was theirs and that proved that they existed, treated it like garbage. They've hurt them. They've deliberately taken every vulnerability Chara has displayed, every moment in which they've expressed guilt or pain or regret, and knotted it into a ball to fling into their face with all the energy and disgust they can muster.
But still.
There are promises they've broken, and promises they've kept.]
Why's it okay when I hurt you, but not the other way around, Chara?
[The words are soft and even and patient, as if Frisk doesn't already know the answer. As if they don't already know what Chara must be thinking in response, what they're about to say.]