[...It stings. There's nothing left inside them to ache, nothing but a few dead, rotten shards, but somehow, that empty space manages to hurt.
She made pie. She made pie, and this time, Chara can actually taste it. Not just watch someone else enjoy it, watch someone else get their hair fondly stroked, watch someone else get told Asriel's old room is theirs now. If they just stay quiet, maybe just for one day more... they could have this. They could be part of it. They could remember what it tastes like, and make that memory last for the rest of this torturous, undying existence.
Frisk... doesn't take the easy out that Chara offers. That's part of the guidance they've been given, right? That... Chara isn't the sole person to blame for every evil deed, and Frisk isn't the one who does every good action? So wouldn't Frisk... want... isn't it a better idea to stick with what Frisk taught them? They're tempted. They can't pretend they aren't tempted.]
Perhaps we should sit down. It's... a very complicated thing to discuss. It's... about Frisk. Frisk, and myself.
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She made pie. She made pie, and this time, Chara can actually taste it. Not just watch someone else enjoy it, watch someone else get their hair fondly stroked, watch someone else get told Asriel's old room is theirs now. If they just stay quiet, maybe just for one day more... they could have this. They could be part of it. They could remember what it tastes like, and make that memory last for the rest of this torturous, undying existence.
Frisk... doesn't take the easy out that Chara offers. That's part of the guidance they've been given, right? That... Chara isn't the sole person to blame for every evil deed, and Frisk isn't the one who does every good action? So wouldn't Frisk... want... isn't it a better idea to stick with what Frisk taught them? They're tempted. They can't pretend they aren't tempted.]
Perhaps we should sit down. It's... a very complicated thing to discuss. It's... about Frisk. Frisk, and myself.