[They don't get up. They don't move. They don't look up at Frisk. They hear the dull noise of the hand that holds the knife relaxing back down into the snow, but they stay hunched over.
They say nothing. They're no longer in Frisk's head, so they can't simply drag out the answers. Where Frisk is going with this, they don't know, and they don't trust. They regard it warily, like even this is a trap, like at their most vulnerable moment, Frisk will sink to their level. Like the moment they actually let themselves believe they could be shown mercy, they'll pay for it.
But...]
I counted too.
[Admitted just as quietly for Frisk. For darker reasons, they guess. The numbers going up. The feeling of conquest. That was all Chara had left.
But they died, too, alongside Frisk. Every time. They were there when a tough foe was finally vanquished, whatever method Frisk chose, but they were along for the ride when a determined SOUL snapped to pieces over and over again as well.]
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They say nothing. They're no longer in Frisk's head, so they can't simply drag out the answers. Where Frisk is going with this, they don't know, and they don't trust. They regard it warily, like even this is a trap, like at their most vulnerable moment, Frisk will sink to their level. Like the moment they actually let themselves believe they could be shown mercy, they'll pay for it.
But...]
I counted too.
[Admitted just as quietly for Frisk. For darker reasons, they guess. The numbers going up. The feeling of conquest. That was all Chara had left.
But they died, too, alongside Frisk. Every time. They were there when a tough foe was finally vanquished, whatever method Frisk chose, but they were along for the ride when a determined SOUL snapped to pieces over and over again as well.]