[It's a little too tight, makes their breath a little short, but they don't mind. They don't mind at all. Chara's present and here, hugging them tightly, even if they've forbidden Frisk from hugging them back. Even if they can't touch them, that's their own fault, but it's also what they wanted, what they needed, because they've the power to SAVE and wipe out an entire world at their whim, watch it all burn or facilitate its ascent to the surface, and despite watching and causing and creating so much death with their own hand, they could not bear to watch them die.
Whether that speaks more about Chara's nature or Frisk's, they cannot say. They don't know. They don't care to examine it.
Chara's face buries into their shoulder, even if it can't smell or feel very good, damp and muddy, but they've seen the best and the worst of each other and endured past it and continued to stay at each others' side anyway, and that's got to speak for something. Something they can't say.
Their shoulders shake silently in a soundless, mirthless laugh.]
More than they could bear, sometimes. Hurt. But they couldn't change it, no matter how they tried.
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Whether that speaks more about Chara's nature or Frisk's, they cannot say. They don't know. They don't care to examine it.
Chara's face buries into their shoulder, even if it can't smell or feel very good, damp and muddy, but they've seen the best and the worst of each other and endured past it and continued to stay at each others' side anyway, and that's got to speak for something. Something they can't say.
Their shoulders shake silently in a soundless, mirthless laugh.]
More than they could bear, sometimes. Hurt. But they couldn't change it, no matter how they tried.