You can't have it both ways, Frisk. The LOVE-hungry threat that was so eager to tear down anyone it saw... was that me, or was it not? Exactly who were you trying to become when you stole one of my shirts?
[Can't keep trying to bend reality to fit what they want it to be. Can't act like none of what happened matters, can't just - can't undo this. They're not going to just brush it off. Not when the consequences were this heavy. Can't keep things poised in this in-between state, with the door neither open nor shut.
And that's all it is, after all. Chara's the one at fault, so they have no right to make it about themself, about their selfish, thin-skinned little problems. Boo hoo, the demon that comes doesn't know what it is anymore. Poor baby gets all uncomfortable when their precious safe space recreates them down to the letter, cries a big stupid river about not knowing they're real. Like that's even a problem at all when they nearly tore Frisk apart at the seams, nearly made them compromise on the moral principle they hold dearest: don't kill.]
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[Can't keep trying to bend reality to fit what they want it to be. Can't act like none of what happened matters, can't just - can't undo this. They're not going to just brush it off. Not when the consequences were this heavy. Can't keep things poised in this in-between state, with the door neither open nor shut.
And that's all it is, after all. Chara's the one at fault, so they have no right to make it about themself, about their selfish, thin-skinned little problems. Boo hoo, the demon that comes doesn't know what it is anymore. Poor baby gets all uncomfortable when their precious safe space recreates them down to the letter, cries a big stupid river about not knowing they're real. Like that's even a problem at all when they nearly tore Frisk apart at the seams, nearly made them compromise on the moral principle they hold dearest: don't kill.]