They can't recall the significance of him employing use of a personal pronoun before. It impacts with the soft ping of struck glass in the heart of their chest, the kind of swooping realization that embraces the glow of * It's me, Chara.
It's me.
In their isolation, it appears they've missed something important. So self-absorbed and wrapped up in their own stupid, inconsequential problems that they've failed to notice all else. Sounds like our Chara!
"A temporary sacrifice," says Chara, denying the tremor to the words, "for a long-term gain."
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They can't recall the significance of him employing use of a personal pronoun before. It impacts with the soft ping of struck glass in the heart of their chest, the kind of swooping realization that embraces the glow of * It's me, Chara.
It's me.
In their isolation, it appears they've missed something important. So self-absorbed and wrapped up in their own stupid, inconsequential problems that they've failed to notice all else. Sounds like our Chara!
"A temporary sacrifice," says Chara, denying the tremor to the words, "for a long-term gain."