The King is yet another piece, Lazarus. It may believe it is giving the orders but it exists only at the whim of the person sitting at the board.
How could I even say? In the last game, the board was Sodder's dream, the king was Sodder, the players could be Mother Superior and Ramona. [Chara is still nothing but a heart on a vine, their corpse has become one with the vines. A garden grew from their remains once, why shouldn't it happen again?
The soul speaks in a hollow tone.] Or they could be something out of reach, we could have never woken up. I've lived a lie before, Lazarus. I've been a lie before. And as we speak, lies are blooming from my rotten soul.
cw for unreality
How could I even say? In the last game, the board was Sodder's dream, the king was Sodder, the players could be Mother Superior and Ramona. [Chara is still nothing but a heart on a vine, their corpse has become one with the vines. A garden grew from their remains once, why shouldn't it happen again?
The soul speaks in a hollow tone.] Or they could be something out of reach, we could have never woken up. I've lived a lie before, Lazarus. I've been a lie before. And as we speak, lies are blooming from my rotten soul.
Are you a lie, Lazarus?