It's a familiar stubbornness indeed, though the reasons remain far, far different. Chara's protests fall unanswered, lost in an urgent, rapid beat and the memory of bridges and spears. They just run and run and run, just have to find the grass and they're safe...

"Gotta...gotta..."

The creature shrieks and reaches to try and grab one of the children again and this time claws find purchase in a small shoulder, causing them to wheeze in panic.