[After a series of timelines, they'd grown very used to how it felt, to have their SOUL tugged from their body. Tugged was probably too gentle a word for it, sometimes- pulled, ripped, torn. Tugged, though, fits how they feel right now, shrugging before they glance up at him, holding their hands out a little more.

They don't- mind him seeing.]

Don't usually. Just kind of-

[Feels okay about it, today. Like they don't mind looking at the very culmination of their being.]

I like how my SOUL is-

Chara's eyes are the same color. Maybe their SOUL was the same color before, too.