They're hurt. 20 HP does not tolerate injury the way one can with 44, or 92, or more. Red lines from the thing's claws, and they lie there with their eyes glazed and unseeing. Caught in their own spiraling, spinning narrative of what they must have done wrong to warrant Chara acting this way, no doubt.

Their smile is bright and cheerful. Painting it sleekly across their face, as though the cuts across their arms don't sting, prickling and bleeding sluggishly.

They've bled before. They can take it.

"Is 'mindless destruction' not a good enough reason?"