[This is...good, isn't it? It's better than "sorry," than apologies that mean nothing whatsoever. Frisk will say "sorry," and they can say it as often and as much as they like, but it wouldn't mean anything if they keep doing it, won't it? Sorry that I threw this at you, dear, but you were in the way. Sorry that you felt that way. I'm sorry that you felt upset, or alone. I'm sorry you didn't understand what I meant when I told you "no."
No wonder Chara hates "sorry." They've had the word thrown at them without any meaning, time and time again. You have to work on it. Work to be...better. And maybe they've been going about it all wrong? Maybe "better" doesn't mean...making people not look at the things that hurt you, and not know them. Maybe it just means...telling people what hurts you, and making sure they know, so they don't have to hurt you again?
Is that selfish? Is that wrong?
They can want...this. They can want to not be alone. They can want to not be frightened. They can want to feel safe.
It's not a sin to want to feel safe.]
We'll mess up. It's always...harder when we don't have infinite tries. Have to live with what we've done and that's...the hard part. Living with it.
[It's not a matter of "if" but "when." They make...mistakes. Humans make mistakes. People make mistakes.
Kids make mistakes.]
You were hurt, and I was hurt, and...
[Frisk leans closer, wanting to bump forehead to forehead, gently, but that would be...too brutal a parallel, wouldn't it?
Forcefully using the momentum of their respective positions to slam Chara's head into Frisk's own is a terrible idea, but it'll hopefully stun Chara just as much as it hurts for Frisk to do the same to themselves. And it does. It hurts.
Now they're thinking ahead of the game, aren't they.
Stars popping up behind their eyes, and they can't quite manage a dry chuckle.
That guilt has been their shadow since the day they ended up here. It's...January, isn't it? It's January. And the day they came here is almost a year off. Another week, and it will be a year for Chara, too.
Maybe it's time to put that guilt to rest.]
I think...hurt people hurt people. Not 'cause we want to, or mean to. But 'cause we're angry, and scared, and there's nowhere else for it to go. We don't know where else to put it.
[Another thing to learn, then. Where to place something like that so it doesn't devastate you from the inside out, so it doesn't ravage you, so it doesn't burn your SOUL char-black with the searing heat of your own hatred for yourself and for everyone else.]
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[This is...good, isn't it? It's better than "sorry," than apologies that mean nothing whatsoever. Frisk will say "sorry," and they can say it as often and as much as they like, but it wouldn't mean anything if they keep doing it, won't it? Sorry that I threw this at you, dear, but you were in the way. Sorry that you felt that way. I'm sorry that you felt upset, or alone. I'm sorry you didn't understand what I meant when I told you "no."
No wonder Chara hates "sorry." They've had the word thrown at them without any meaning, time and time again. You have to work on it. Work to be...better. And maybe they've been going about it all wrong? Maybe "better" doesn't mean...making people not look at the things that hurt you, and not know them. Maybe it just means...telling people what hurts you, and making sure they know, so they don't have to hurt you again?
Is that selfish? Is that wrong?
They can want...this. They can want to not be alone. They can want to not be frightened. They can want to feel safe.
It's not a sin to want to feel safe.]
We'll mess up. It's always...harder when we don't have infinite tries. Have to live with what we've done and that's...the hard part. Living with it.
[It's not a matter of "if" but "when." They make...mistakes. Humans make mistakes. People make mistakes.
Kids make mistakes.]
You were hurt, and I was hurt, and...
[Frisk leans closer, wanting to bump forehead to forehead, gently, but that would be...too brutal a parallel, wouldn't it?
That guilt has been their shadow since the day they ended up here. It's...January, isn't it? It's January. And the day they came here is almost a year off. Another week, and it will be a year for Chara, too.
Maybe it's time to put that guilt to rest.]
I think...hurt people hurt people. Not 'cause we want to, or mean to. But 'cause we're angry, and scared, and there's nowhere else for it to go. We don't know where else to put it.
[Another thing to learn, then. Where to place something like that so it doesn't devastate you from the inside out, so it doesn't ravage you, so it doesn't burn your SOUL char-black with the searing heat of your own hatred for yourself and for everyone else.]