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entranceworks2016-05-21 12:32 am
vitaelamorte) wrote in entranceworks2016-05-21 12:32 am
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+ ENTRANCEWAY TEST DRIVE MEME +
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Was it anything like yours? Trapped... devoid of emotions?
[If so, then... perhaps she had judged them too harshly.
Either way, though... she's far more concerned with Chara. With her child, the one right in front of her, that she had tried to raise. Will still try to raise, if she can- she reaches a hand out, and rests it on the table- her palm facing up. An invitation for Chara to take it, if they so wish.]
Chara... what you did. Whatever part you had in it, how big or how small. It was wrong. I will not deny that.
But that situation you described to me... simply hearing about it nearly tore my heart in two. I cannot imagine what it must have been like for you to experience it. To be trapped that way for so, so long.
I do not think that anyone could truly hold anything that you did in that state against you. You are only a child, but you have already suffered so much more than anybody ever should.
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[Tell the truth, Chara. For better or worse, tell the truth. Keep it together.
They firmly tell themselves to not even look at the offered hand. They... what they want has nothing to do with it. It's a matter of what they deserve. And this... this is all backwards, isn't it? Frisk's supposed to be the one who's just a kid. Who gets forgiveness. Who gets loved. Chara's the one who's done awful things, who was all wrong, who has done nothing to deserve a single ounce of pity.]
...You should hold it against me. Not Frisk. I told you. It was me. Everything bad that happened... that was me. I didn't... nobody made me, I didn't have to, but I cut you down. I... I made myself want it enough that I cut you down in a single hit! Frisk was the one who saved everyone, I was the...
I'm the one you should hate.
[Isn't that... why isn't that obvious? Chara made their choice long ago. Chara looked into a mirror and said "it's me" instead of "it's you," and they don't get to back down from that. They don't get to try and... try and steal what's supposed to be Frisk's. They've had so much time to get used to Toriel holding another child's hand instead, to remind themselves that they're not the one who needs love.]
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[Chara's words are... unpleasant to listen to. But they do not surprise her. Even back at New Home, they would seem surprised when Toriel would forgive them for something. Seemed to believe that they would earn her hate, that she would stop caring for them. That maybe even she should stop caring for them. That they were unworthy of her love.
It was little things. Small signs that her child had a difficult past. Things that children with loving parents shouldn't do, shouldn't say. Nothing so obvious and as horrible as what she's hearing now, though.
Her child has been through so much without her, and now they are placing all the blame squarely on their own shoulders, and it's terrible to listen to.]
I will not hold it against you, Chara. And I will not hate you, either. I hardly have any right to call you my child after what I have done to you, but... That is still what you are to me.
I will always love you.
[Her voice is quiet and gentle, and her hand stays right where it is. It's okay if Chara doesn't want to take it- she still wants them to know it's there. She's ready to take their hand and hold it anytime they want.]
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If she hated them, Chara would know how to respond to that. If she said she never wanted Chara, if she agreed it was Chara's fault, because it is, they made it happen, they're the one who made her suffer... then they'd understand. When you do something bad, you have to get punished for it. It's not... it isn't right to not get punished, is it? If they don't make her hate them instead, then surely that's... that's just shrugging off the blame, getting off scot-free, being... being kind of sneaky. Like they're just... they're tricking her, somehow, into forgiving them, so they don't have to get in trouble.
They don't understand why she still loves them.
Big kids don't cry, so they don't. There's... nothing here to even cry about, anyway. They didn't get hit, so why would they ever feel like crying? So instead they force their expression to go blank. Pull their legs up onto the chair, press them against their chest. Duck their head. Scrunch their fingers up into their hair.
They don't know what to say. They don't know how they even feel. If this is relief, heartache, fear, anger, love... they just... they don't. The kitchen smells like home and she still speaks softly and offers her hand and she says she loves them, and the warmth of it all is more than they even know how to swallow.]
I don't understand! I don't... I don't deserve it. I don't deserve any of this. I hurt you so much.
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You deserve so much more than I could ever hope to offer you.
[She knows that it's true. The very fact that they're reacting like this. Curling up like that. Proclaiming that they don't deserve it... it just further cements that they're only a child. A scared, lost child, who still has so much to learn about compassion, who needs to be helped and loved. Not hated.]
What we both did was terrible, but. It does not mean that we can not learn from it. It does not mean that we do not deserve mercy, and kindness.
[She wishes that she could hug Chara, hold them close and reassure them... but she feels that they would not appreciate that right now. So instead, she stands up- takes the pie. It should be cool enough by now- and goes over to the counter. A few moments later, she comes back with a slice of pie on a plate, which she sets in front of them.]
Here. You probably need to eat, my child. I made it just how you like it.