Then they were the ones in need of compromising. [Chara retorts; voice biting, but not at her. They stew quietly in the time it takes for her to explain her position- the image she had to project, the one she must have projected, instead. The opportunity presented to her... just so long as she sanitized herself first.

Every time they'd found their hands playing with the crest stitched upon the chest of their robes. Feeling out the individual threads, spreading their hands out and attempting to cover the Delta Rune entirely, obscure it, for a moment, until they were expected to step out in front of the public with it on full display.

They never could.]

People will believe in anyone, if they're desperate enough. They'll ignore every warning sign, just to believe that someone else is going to save them.

Until someone better comes along. Then, they'll forget all about you.

[That isn't what she asked, and they know that. It's why they smile up at her; a gesture so shallow and plastic that perhaps, they shouldn't have bothered at all. Old habits die hard.

Much like them.]

Take it from someone with experience, ma'am. If you think about it, there's no point in sanitizing yourself. Not for something temporary.