It might be. I've never ruled out that possibility.
[He startles, feeling the tendrils snaking around his ankles. It's a conscious effort to keep his breathing steady, let alone his voice, but this is conditioned in him. He doesn't panic; that, also, is who he is.]
If the piece is on the board to begin with, it's already lost, and shouldn't be thought of as anything else. Your friends don't belong there; that's the reason for loss, not friendship in and of itself.
[He's not Chara's friend. He also suspects that they share a black and reckless brand of hopelessness, and in his wandering dreams he is not immune to its lightless, crushing pull.]
cw for unreality
[He startles, feeling the tendrils snaking around his ankles. It's a conscious effort to keep his breathing steady, let alone his voice, but this is conditioned in him. He doesn't panic; that, also, is who he is.]
If the piece is on the board to begin with, it's already lost, and shouldn't be thought of as anything else. Your friends don't belong there; that's the reason for loss, not friendship in and of itself.
[He's not Chara's friend. He also suspects that they share a black and reckless brand of hopelessness, and in his wandering dreams he is not immune to its lightless, crushing pull.]