The sun is shining. The world is...new, or at least has the appearance of something new. Funny how it doesn't really feel like a fresh start. Not for him. For Chara, though -
Well, maybe this makes them the lucky of the two of them, in a supremely morbid sort of way. But that form of humor always did suit the pair of them.
"Not soldiers," he agrees. "Maybe pawns."
And then, correcting himself both mentally and verbally: "...pawn. I guess."
He'd be the only one who's really here, even if that's in and of itself up for debate. His own sense of self is pretty goddamn tenuous, even on a good day.
Shouldn't be torn up about something like this. They wouldn't want to be something like that - a shadow, a statue, a remnant, a figment. An old, tarnished nightmare.
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Well, maybe this makes them the lucky of the two of them, in a supremely morbid sort of way. But that form of humor always did suit the pair of them.
"Not soldiers," he agrees. "Maybe pawns."
And then, correcting himself both mentally and verbally: "...pawn. I guess."
He'd be the only one who's really here, even if that's in and of itself up for debate. His own sense of self is pretty goddamn tenuous, even on a good day.
Shouldn't be torn up about something like this. They wouldn't want to be something like that - a shadow, a statue, a remnant, a figment. An old, tarnished nightmare.
They wouldn't want to be remembered.