You know, sometimes there aren't right decisions. Sometimes there's just decisions.

And then, the second moment begins.

Because they hear her brother's voice, a brother who would never ever cast her away for somebody else, a brother who forgot her but found her anyway and her soul sings out a note of love breaking through the misery. It sounds like being lost but never alone, like having a reason to fight always at her side, a bond that balances her spiraling emotions. The bond that freed her from her prison and they feel her release in wild fiery destruction, resplendent in her joy, alive. A few other notes drift in and out of reach, the beginnings of a song full of tenderness and devotion for the love of her life. A hundred years of learning how to care for the five other people who weren't family before, how to let herself be cared for in return. For every death, there was laughter and meals shared, battles won, tenfold.

There was beauty and joy in so many worlds and with each one they explored, her resolve to protect them all, to save them all grew and grew, too. Chara feels her faith burning hotly now, faith in a better future that they will win for all of reality, they will stop running and face the Hunger and reclaim the worlds already consumed by it and I believe that one of these times, we're gonna get it right.

They can still get it right. Will they understand that?

And then it stops.