He won't. He won't. Frisk can't know that for absolute certain. Can't know that Chara doesn't have a point, begging for their life (their life, not Chara's. Please don't hurt my family. The words are familiar, make their flesh crawl. They have their sins) and they're just a kid, after all. Just a kid. What does a kid know, about anything?]
...I forgive you.
[Soft. And it would be hard- still is hard, to say which him they're talking to. The smudge of an outline that's still reaching them, or the one that's standing right there.
But outside of Frisk's head, there's still only one pair of eyes to meet.
They're meeting them. Slowly reaching out to pull that folder to their side. Slower still, they slump down. Press their cheek to Chara's shaking shoulder, and close their eyes.
Either way, it's the End. No one said Frisk had to watch it coming.]
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He won't. He won't. Frisk can't know that for absolute certain. Can't know that Chara doesn't have a point, begging for their life (their life, not Chara's. Please don't hurt my family. The words are familiar, make their flesh crawl. They have their sins) and they're just a kid, after all. Just a kid. What does a kid know, about anything?]
...I forgive you.
[Soft. And it would be hard- still is hard, to say which him they're talking to. The smudge of an outline that's still reaching them, or the one that's standing right there.
But outside of Frisk's head, there's still only one pair of eyes to meet.
They're meeting them. Slowly reaching out to pull that folder to their side. Slower still, they slump down. Press their cheek to Chara's shaking shoulder, and close their eyes.
Either way, it's the End. No one said Frisk had to watch it coming.]