How many times in the past had they wished the ground would just swallow them up? That they would go to sleep and never open their eyes again? In a surprising twist, seeking death had initially been somewhat terrifying. It was terrifying, to run towards a hole in the ground. Terrifying, to feel their throat burn and bleed until they could no longer see, no longer breathe.
The difference, between wishing and action, was always motivation. Always.
But death doesn't define them? An exhale, close enough to laughter for him to understand they disagree. If it isn't them, it's someone else. Death is a constant- in dreary, underground caverns. In castles in the mist. On islands far away from anything they've known. He should already know this- he's already died because of them.
So why is he glad?
It's too difficult, to find a response to that. Chara's absolute first instinct is denial, sharply pushing him to remember every, horrible instance that had transpired since. Except Tim is well away of all of those things- a fact they, in turn, cannot deny either.
Their eyes drift down to his hand- palm out in offering. It's not-
Wordlessly, they look back out to the rain. It's not acknowledgement, but...
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How many times in the past had they wished the ground would just swallow them up? That they would go to sleep and never open their eyes again? In a surprising twist, seeking death had initially been somewhat terrifying. It was terrifying, to run towards a hole in the ground. Terrifying, to feel their throat burn and bleed until they could no longer see, no longer breathe.
The difference, between wishing and action, was always motivation. Always.
But death doesn't define them? An exhale, close enough to laughter for him to understand they disagree. If it isn't them, it's someone else. Death is a constant- in dreary, underground caverns. In castles in the mist. On islands far away from anything they've known. He should already know this- he's already died because of them.
So why is he glad?
It's too difficult, to find a response to that. Chara's absolute first instinct is denial, sharply pushing him to remember every, horrible instance that had transpired since. Except Tim is well away of all of those things- a fact they, in turn, cannot deny either.
Their eyes drift down to his hand- palm out in offering. It's not-
Wordlessly, they look back out to the rain. It's not acknowledgement, but...
At least they aren't denying it, either.]