"You do not need to remind me, Rinzler, of what this world is capable of exacting upon unsuspecting children when they dare to lower their guard," Chara hisses. Their eyes flesh, burned red, teeth bared. They were not there to protect them - but who was?
"Is it my fault that the world is cruel, and that children will be hurt, and killed?" They're starting to speak, louder, now. "Is it my fault that I was not there, to pat Frisk's ass and mend their wounds and validate their existence? Is it my fault that Asriel admitted, at last, that I was not the greatest person, and that I was better off dead and rotting in the dirt?"
Is it their fault?
Of course it is.
Of course it is.
"Remind me, Rinzler, of what happened the last time I spoke to either of them. Jog my memory."
Because it seems to them that one of them ended up dead, and the other -
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"Is it my fault that the world is cruel, and that children will be hurt, and killed?" They're starting to speak, louder, now. "Is it my fault that I was not there, to pat Frisk's ass and mend their wounds and validate their existence? Is it my fault that Asriel admitted, at last, that I was not the greatest person, and that I was better off dead and rotting in the dirt?"
Is it their fault?
Of course it is.
Of course it is.
"Remind me, Rinzler, of what happened the last time I spoke to either of them. Jog my memory."
Because it seems to them that one of them ended up dead, and the other -
The other willing to die.