You know that you can't say every bad thing I've done is your fault. Right?

[Maybe it was easy to draw that line when they were so muddled up in each other - when they honestly couldn't tell one another apart, and when it all cracked and splintered and broke off in pieces, bleeding into each other. Who could play piano? Who tripped and fell, and who saw a mountain gaping open and just thought it was better to disappear?

Which of us liked the chocolate?]

Maybe how it happened last time. I had to find a way to SAVE myself but...

[Chara didn't want to hear it then, and they surely won't want to hear it now.]

I still can't do that without you, you know.