[Thoughts roaring like a hurricane, ripcording over and across in strands of vibrating gold. It itches their shoulders, jerks their head downward, tightens their stomach in a knot of iron.]
[Why is she like this?]
[They were just...talking. There was nothing about this that would imply that they - that they would have led her along this path, wound her in and around their fingers in spools of spider's thread, coaxed her into their pitch-dark heart and made her love them.]
[What did they do? What did they do to her?]
...stop.
[Fragile words, trembling like broken glass. Stop what, Chara? Speak up, Chara. No one can understand you when you're upset, Chara.]
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[Why is she like this?]
[They were just...talking. There was nothing about this that would imply that they - that they would have led her along this path, wound her in and around their fingers in spools of spider's thread, coaxed her into their pitch-dark heart and made her love them.]
[What did they do? What did they do to her?]
...stop.
[Fragile words, trembling like broken glass. Stop what, Chara? Speak up, Chara. No one can understand you when you're upset, Chara.]