[They're practically immune to sappiness. Can effortlessly roll their eyes at it, laugh at it, ignore it. Their armor is far too thick to be so easily shattered.
But it's been... two months is a very long time. Two months of regret, two months of being unable to make up for a mistake. Two months of it not getting better. They never had the respite of being undetermined. They only had the ability to hold their breath, to fake as hard as they could that they weren't affected at all.
But he says they're not alone and he acts like the fact they died matters (Why would he act like that? Why did anyone even notice?) and they... they... it's stupid, right? Of course they're alone without Frisk. Frisk was the only person in the whole entire Underground who knew they were even there. Everyone else found a new child, a new future, a new best friend, a new spot to scribble over a memorial. Of course they're alone. They're - ha ha, they're so alone!
Chara feels like - like a glass that's been filling up, drop-by-drop, and now there's nothing but surface tension keeping everything held together. Like this is just one droplet too many, and now that tiny little speck of nothing is enough to set the whole thing to spilling over the sides. They clench their fists and bite their lip and screw their face up, because they can feel their eyes starting to burn over such a tiny, insignificant remark. Their cheeks are burning with shame, because he'll think they're absolutely looney if one stupid fake smile and one just-as-fake corny remark are all it takes to - big kids don't cry! They don't even cry! They've got nothing to cry about! This whole thing is their fault, so who gave them the right to go fishing for pity by crying?]
I'm fine. Of course I'm fine! You must really be bored if you're wasting your time on this, huh?
[They try to keep smiling. It's just a joke. It's all just one big joke to Chara! They're laughing this off, just like they laughed off using buttercups instead of butter. Just like they always laugh at suffering, because that's what demons do.]
what about Staring Vacantly at Nothing For like 15 Minutes at a Time
But it's been... two months is a very long time. Two months of regret, two months of being unable to make up for a mistake. Two months of it not getting better. They never had the respite of being undetermined. They only had the ability to hold their breath, to fake as hard as they could that they weren't affected at all.
It's getting hard to keep holding their breath.
There should be an easy answer here. Blasé remarks about their exceptional talent for lies. Laughing about how everyone seems to forget they were already dead before they came here, so obviously they're used to it. Brushing off the idea that anything could possibly be rough for them, unfeeling and in control and heartless as they are. Some breezy, joking remark about how they actually vastly prefer alone, ha ha, they've never felt loneliness or attachment in their entire wretched life!
But he says they're not alone and he acts like the fact they died matters (Why would he act like that? Why did anyone even notice?) and they... they... it's stupid, right? Of course they're alone without Frisk. Frisk was the only person in the whole entire Underground who knew they were even there. Everyone else found a new child, a new future, a new best friend, a new spot to scribble over a memorial. Of course they're alone. They're - ha ha, they're so alone!
Chara feels like - like a glass that's been filling up, drop-by-drop, and now there's nothing but surface tension keeping everything held together. Like this is just one droplet too many, and now that tiny little speck of nothing is enough to set the whole thing to spilling over the sides. They clench their fists and bite their lip and screw their face up, because they can feel their eyes starting to burn over such a tiny, insignificant remark. Their cheeks are burning with shame, because he'll think they're absolutely looney if one stupid fake smile and one just-as-fake corny remark are all it takes to - big kids don't cry! They don't even cry! They've got nothing to cry about! This whole thing is their fault, so who gave them the right to go fishing for pity by crying?]
I'm fine. Of course I'm fine! You must really be bored if you're wasting your time on this, huh?
[They try to keep smiling. It's just a joke. It's all just one big joke to Chara! They're laughing this off, just like they laughed off using buttercups instead of butter. Just like they always laugh at suffering, because that's what demons do.]