It's not okay when you get hurt, Chara! If it's not okay when I get hurt, it's not okay when you get hurt either!

[Their frown is thunderous, as pointed as their insistence. They almost grind their foot into the rug, arms folded firmly across their chest.]

We talked about this, didn't we? About...about getting hurt. About how we don't have to act like it's okay. How we don't have to say it's fine, and, and - doesn't that matter? I don't just mean it for me, Chara, I mean it for you too.

[Allowed to be angry. Allowed to say something other than "I forgive you." Allowed to protest, to push back, to not be reduced to suffering for someone else's pain and someone else's ending and someone else's guilt.

Because Chara can claim it doesn't hurt them all they like. They can claim that they're bulletproof, they can claim that it doesn't ache like a spear to the SOUL, but they know better, don't they?
Your humble servant. Your humble servant!
It still hurts, and it's worse when every hurt feels like a betrayal. Is one.]

You don't deserve it, Chara. If I don't, then you don't.

[It's what they've learned, isn't it? They're partners. Partners.]

I know I've hurt you. You don't have to pretend I haven't!