But there's something wrong. Something in the way that he stands, the way that Chara might catch something red under the brim of his hat as the shadows move. In the way that, somehow, he may seem a bit bigger than he appears to be.
The feeling of staring up at a tsunami and down at a child's toy. Or, perhaps, simply coming into contact with a child that had a knife? But that's not him.
It's you.
One would think, after being challenged, that the Batter's tone would change. But it doesn't. Just the same icy assurance.]
Yes. This dream will come to an end by my own hands.
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But there's something wrong. Something in the way that he stands, the way that Chara might catch something red under the brim of his hat as the shadows move. In the way that, somehow, he may seem a bit bigger than he appears to be.
The feeling of staring up at a tsunami and down at a child's toy. Or, perhaps, simply coming into contact with a child that had a knife? But that's not him.
It's you.
One would think, after being challenged, that the Batter's tone would change. But it doesn't. Just the same icy assurance.]
Yes. This dream will come to an end by my own hands.
[That's all there is to it.]