"You have someone better now." He has the friend he has wished he always had. He can't possibly...
If there was any chance that he would, it had all but dissolved by the time he met Frisk. He met them, and they proved to him how wrong and callous and cold his best friend must be. The Locket about their neck may as well be a shackle; a golden chain that spools between fingertips like cobwebs, a lie infused with false sunlight.
They almost find their fingers reaching for it, before they catch themself and quell the motion.
"I am not the greatest person, after all," says Chara, their smile uneven but all the same - stark in its knowing resignation. "Am I?"
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If there was any chance that he would, it had all but dissolved by the time he met Frisk. He met them, and they proved to him how wrong and callous and cold his best friend must be. The Locket about their neck may as well be a shackle; a golden chain that spools between fingertips like cobwebs, a lie infused with false sunlight.
They almost find their fingers reaching for it, before they catch themself and quell the motion.
"I am not the greatest person, after all," says Chara, their smile uneven but all the same - stark in its knowing resignation. "Am I?"