[They're... afraid. No, not afraid. They left fear behind with all their other emotions. But there's a sick, suffocating feeling squirming through their insides. They dread this. They feel like they're standing on the brink of that yawning, bottomless pit, only this time there's nothing happy waiting for them at the bottom. This time, they just fall forever. Never landing, never achieving that bone-shattering impact. Just falling.
Chara doesn't think they can do this right now. But they... ha ha. Being fragile is a luxury. Being a crybaby is a luxury. They don't get to make excuses. They don't get to not be strong enough. They aren't above consequences. They don't get to pretend "but I didn't reach a timeline where" or "but I haven't yet" mean anything. Those are right up there with "I didn't mean to" or "I'm sorry." Stupid nothing-words that don't alter the results of your actions. No looking away from what your choices have wrought, are creating, will someday in your inevitable future come to pass.
They think of a story they once loved. Two lovers, the cauldron of hell, ha ha. The copy in their backpack, the one that the first Asriel to arrive here gave to them.
I wanted it to end, and quickly, but for now I would go see Yuichi. Hear everything he had to say, in detail. But what good would that do? What could come of it? It was not a question of hoping for anything. It would mean being flooded with an even more gigantic despair. Utterly devoid of hope, I rang the doorbell.]
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Chara doesn't think they can do this right now. But they... ha ha. Being fragile is a luxury. Being a crybaby is a luxury. They don't get to make excuses. They don't get to not be strong enough. They aren't above consequences. They don't get to pretend "but I didn't reach a timeline where" or "but I haven't yet" mean anything. Those are right up there with "I didn't mean to" or "I'm sorry." Stupid nothing-words that don't alter the results of your actions. No looking away from what your choices have wrought, are creating, will someday in your inevitable future come to pass.
They think of a story they once loved. Two lovers, the cauldron of hell, ha ha. The copy in their backpack, the one that the first Asriel to arrive here gave to them.
I wanted it to end, and quickly, but for now I would go see Yuichi. Hear everything he had to say, in detail. But what good would that do? What could come of it? It was not a question of hoping for anything. It would mean being flooded with an even more gigantic despair. Utterly devoid of hope, I rang the doorbell.]
The dustiest timeline.
Tell me what happens. Tell me what I do to you.