[They try and try to bite down the sharp, bitter pang that lances through them. Frisk doesn't know. Frisk's what he wanted, the friend he dreamed of, what he'd rather have had the entire time... and they don't know him. They can't tell what he used to have bad dreams about. They don't know what he looked like in his royal robes as a kid, not a projected grown-up fantasy-self. They don't know what his favourite lunch was, they don't know what he wrinkled his nose at and tried to hide in his napkin, they don't know what he wanted to be when he grew up (Chara could be the ruler half the time, obviously, so that way they could both be what they wanted to, just part-time, right?).
This is what he'd rather have. This is what better looks like. Better to not know anything at all than to be like Chara.
Doesn't matter. Not the time. Not Frisk's fault, right? Even if Frisk MADE him love them, same way they made all monsters love them with all the time they spent listening to them, encouraging them, caring about them... it wasn't like they asked for this. Chara's just... looking for things to be unpleasant about, huh? Just getting upset about every single thing they could possibly be upset about.]
Guess it doesn't matter anymore, anyway.
[No choice but to let go. He's back. He's a flower. He thinks Chara only existed in the bad timelines, so he'll beg them not to ruin Frisk's good ending, and that will be that. They'll both let go. The end. Can't reach him from here, anyway. Can't hold on if there's nothing to hold on to.
...They've been clinging to Frisk for too long, they think. Frisk probably wants to go, wants to get cleaned up, wants to eat something that tastes a little less nightmarish, wants to be able to actually breathe without vicious arms clamping down on them.
They don't want to let go. Feels like there's not enough of them left to stay standing without something holding them up. Like they'll let go, and just sort of fall to bits like a badly-made sandcastle. Like their feeble jelly legs will fold in on themselves, like their hollow imitation of a soul isn't a sturdy enough support anymore.
They let go anyway.]
Maybe he's not coming back again. He won't remember, anyway. There are only True Resets here. He won't remember your favourite movie, or your birthday, or your secrets. He won't remember me in any timelines but the one where he begs me not to kill him. We can't really SAVE our progress at all.
...Lucky him. He got to win after all. Everything's been brought back to zero.
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This is what he'd rather have. This is what better looks like. Better to not know anything at all than to be like Chara.
Doesn't matter. Not the time. Not Frisk's fault, right? Even if Frisk MADE him love them, same way they made all monsters love them with all the time they spent listening to them, encouraging them, caring about them... it wasn't like they asked for this. Chara's just... looking for things to be unpleasant about, huh? Just getting upset about every single thing they could possibly be upset about.]
Guess it doesn't matter anymore, anyway.
[No choice but to let go. He's back. He's a flower. He thinks Chara only existed in the bad timelines, so he'll beg them not to ruin Frisk's good ending, and that will be that. They'll both let go. The end. Can't reach him from here, anyway. Can't hold on if there's nothing to hold on to.
...They've been clinging to Frisk for too long, they think. Frisk probably wants to go, wants to get cleaned up, wants to eat something that tastes a little less nightmarish, wants to be able to actually breathe without vicious arms clamping down on them.
They don't want to let go. Feels like there's not enough of them left to stay standing without something holding them up. Like they'll let go, and just sort of fall to bits like a badly-made sandcastle. Like their feeble jelly legs will fold in on themselves, like their hollow imitation of a soul isn't a sturdy enough support anymore.
They let go anyway.]
Maybe he's not coming back again. He won't remember, anyway. There are only True Resets here. He won't remember your favourite movie, or your birthday, or your secrets. He won't remember me in any timelines but the one where he begs me not to kill him. We can't really SAVE our progress at all.
...Lucky him. He got to win after all. Everything's been brought back to zero.