[It's true the names are meaningless in the grand scheme of things. It may have been Kidwun who she met in the depths of a dark cave, her hand deep in their bag in search of nonexistent treasure, feeling a compulsion to hide them because they were small, because they were worried about their sibling, and even before they were Chara, they spoke about choices-a choice between pain.
And now, a choice between names. A choice to mix the life they had and the one they own now with no distinction.
They see a choice everywhere-in everything. They walk on their own path, where nothing is set in stone and it's a life she can barely fathom. Choices exist, but she can't grasp them as strongly as they do or reach as far as they can.
But even as they say it's the same, it's not. They can mix and meld and create this new life with their own two hands, but she's going to hold Kidwun close to her heart, as a safety net for them to fall back on. In case, one day, they need to be someone else again.]
Okay, if it's like that-
[She holds both her disgusting, dirty, filthy little muddy hands up to them, like she wants them to grab on, but she already knows they're not in a hand holding mood today. That's not her purpose. Instead, she asks-]
Do you want to stay with me? We can play here. I'll make you prettier-
[Then, quietly, testing out this new name for the second time.]
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And now, a choice between names. A choice to mix the life they had and the one they own now with no distinction.
They see a choice everywhere-in everything. They walk on their own path, where nothing is set in stone and it's a life she can barely fathom. Choices exist, but she can't grasp them as strongly as they do or reach as far as they can.
But even as they say it's the same, it's not. They can mix and meld and create this new life with their own two hands, but she's going to hold Kidwun close to her heart, as a safety net for them to fall back on. In case, one day, they need to be someone else again.]
Okay, if it's like that-
[She holds both her disgusting, dirty, filthy little muddy hands up to them, like she wants them to grab on, but she already knows they're not in a hand holding mood today. That's not her purpose. Instead, she asks-]
Do you want to stay with me? We can play here. I'll make you prettier-
[Then, quietly, testing out this new name for the second time.]
Chara.