And he strongly doubts that Asriel did. The first line, maybe. But the rest? He'd die for Chara. And Chara knows, because he tried to.
More than once.
That's not the question. Not the point—except, maybe, it is. But not the way Chara's saying. They were rejected, and return the favor out of spite, or they are rejecting Asriel and Frisk for those two's sake. One or the other.
The black helmet jerks to the side: not refusal, but negation. Invalid query. "I don't know." He doesn't. He couldn't find them, and he hates that, frustration thick enough to cut. It's enough to call the query to the fore, enough to disregard the metrics of debt and expectation.
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And he strongly doubts that Asriel did. The first line, maybe. But the rest? He'd die for Chara. And Chara knows, because he tried to.
More than once.
That's not the question. Not the point—except, maybe, it is. But not the way Chara's saying. They were rejected, and return the favor out of spite, or they are rejecting Asriel and Frisk for those two's sake. One or the other.
The black helmet jerks to the side: not refusal, but negation. Invalid query. "I don't know." He doesn't. He couldn't find them, and he hates that, frustration thick enough to cut. It's enough to call the query to the fore, enough to disregard the metrics of debt and expectation.
Quietly:
"Where were you?"