Sounds a lot like giving up. It would be natural, to allow protest to fall from their lips- natural, to meet such sentiment with condescension and a refusal to follow it. There are a lot of things Chara should be doing, but right now, they simply have to wonder how much longer they're expected to do this. To run on fumes, keep listening to that tiny, unyielding piece of themself that refuses to give up.

Their entire being aches with exhaustion. As always, Chara's wish is simply to be done with this, all of it. Something clear to see in the way their body seemingly shrinks, just another small, sullen child staring into the fire.

"Ending it was the point."


But not like this. Never like this.