He closes his eyes and lets out a slow, indulgent exhale.

This is pointless. He knows it is pointless. He and Chara will continue to talk in circles the way they always have, neither of them giving an inch from sheer stubbornness and spite.

But he wouldn't be him if he gave up, and they wouldn't be them if they did either. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least try, even if he already knows how it all will end. The problem is he doesn't know when to quit.

"Do you really think they would have wanted you to do that? To take you in and give you a home, only for you to destroy yourself?"