["I would know you for that," she says. And Chara's breath hitches. So often, others have told them that they can stop. They want them to be the child, not the demon, or they want them to be both, but tame.
Chara lives in the knowledge that they are a detestable disgusting creature, and any love they have acquired has been stolen unjustly with lies and trickery. They are used to ignoring the ache of loneliness within their broken soul, they ignored it when Mother Superior held their life in her hands and squeezed it dry, forced confession after confession out of them only for her to forgive it all without a word.
She understands this need for violence, doesn't she. She doesn't forgive, she doesn't forget. She shows no mercy. It's hard to describe how it feels, watching it on another person, but they want nothing more than to guide her to her own vengeance.
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Chara lives in the knowledge that they are a detestable disgusting creature, and any love they have acquired has been stolen unjustly with lies and trickery. They are used to ignoring the ache of loneliness within their broken soul, they ignored it when Mother Superior held their life in her hands and squeezed it dry, forced confession after confession out of them only for her to forgive it all without a word.
She understands this need for violence, doesn't she. She doesn't forgive, she doesn't forget. She shows no mercy. It's hard to describe how it feels, watching it on another person, but they want nothing more than to guide her to her own vengeance.
Their voice is quiet as they speak.]
...Never forgive. Never forget. No mercy.
Do you promise?
["You would not be alone."]