[They hold it tremblingly, their grip firm but their resolve far from it. Their lip trembles, tear tracks streaked down one side of their face.
Weak, weak, weak.
It would be so easy.
Is that what makes it so wrong?]
Get back!
[They swing the knife in a deliberately clumsy arc, just enough to serve as sort of a buffer between Chara and themselves. Maybe it's an attempt to drive them away. The intent to hurt, to kill - it's not there. They're too scared of themselves.]
no subject
Weak, weak, weak.
It would be so easy.
Is that what makes it so wrong?]
Get back!
[They swing the knife in a deliberately clumsy arc, just enough to serve as sort of a buffer between Chara and themselves. Maybe it's an attempt to drive them away. The intent to hurt, to kill - it's not there. They're too scared of themselves.]