There was never a chance. It's hopeless. You can't glue dust back together. You can't build a SOUL out of faded old chalk smears! There's nothing left but fumes. Just enough magic for him to hide the flower in a paper-thin disguise.
How's it feel, Chara? History's repeated itself. Because you MADE him trust you, you lead him to his death. And now, when he wakes up again, you're going to see him. He'll smile for you, he'll cry for you, he'll go through all the motions.
But you and I both know that it's fake, now, don't we? We both know that he won't really mean any of it. You can't make him happy anymore. He doesn't care about you anymore. He just acts the part to trick you - to manipulate you - into caring about him! He'll never really know happiness or love EVER again, all because he met you!
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How's it feel, Chara? History's repeated itself. Because you MADE him trust you, you lead him to his death. And now, when he wakes up again, you're going to see him. He'll smile for you, he'll cry for you, he'll go through all the motions.
But you and I both know that it's fake, now, don't we? We both know that he won't really mean any of it. You can't make him happy anymore. He doesn't care about you anymore. He just acts the part to trick you - to manipulate you - into caring about him! He'll never really know happiness or love EVER again, all because he met you!