[It's best if you don't even acknowledge the strings. The vines that take root, lifting the dead up to repeat this puppet show they call living.
Chara's expression is darkly, bitterly amused at Lazarus's words. The vines grow, tangling around Lazarus's feet.]
You misunderstand... [The vines parade around Chara, moving Chara's soul away from their body, and letting the body go limp, just for a moment. The voice comes from the heart, caged by the talons of the vines.] We are not the ones choosing our roles.
Because the game isn't ours to play. [The soul hums with energy.] Do you see the strings binding you to your fate?
cw for paranoia about lack of autonomy
Chara's expression is darkly, bitterly amused at Lazarus's words. The vines grow, tangling around Lazarus's feet.]
You misunderstand... [The vines parade around Chara, moving Chara's soul away from their body, and letting the body go limp, just for a moment. The voice comes from the heart, caged by the talons of the vines.] We are not the ones choosing our roles.
Because the game isn't ours to play. [The soul hums with energy.] Do you see the strings binding you to your fate?