Does it really have anything to do with what I can or can't do?

[Because they don't really think it does. Letting their head fall sideways, leaning up against the doorway- it's not a usual pose, for them. It's not Chara, to lean up against things. They don't seek support. They don't enjoy the idea of conveying it, either.

But they're just]

I'm so tired, Tim.

[Their eyes close.]

I don't know how old I am, anymore. How many more times can death reject us outright?

[How many times are they expected to deal with their miserable existence on their own?]

Is it not enough, to allow everyone their happy ending? Even those who do not deserve it? [They laugh.] We might be at the epicenter of death, but I was hoping to spare you this misery.

It might be like this for as long as we are together.

[It's hollow.]