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Sorry, Dipper, I don't make the rules! I just enforce them. With knives.

Yeeeeah see it's things like this that make me want to prepare for you getting stab happy. What is with you and knives?

Sentimental value, mostly.

I could talk about ballet shoes or notebooks instead, if you would prefer. I have used those to kill too. Or is it more polite to pretend that never happened?

....how? Death of a thousand paper cuts? Strangled with ribbons? Could you really not find any better weapons?

Anything's possible if you're determined.

[Seems especially ridiculous in retrospect, since those were the best weapons to pick from during a time where they went up against a true heroine. Boy, it must REALLY sting to know the champion of the world's hopes and dreams went down to something as ridiculous as a bunch of kicks or feeble whacks from an ineffectual book. They mull over long enough for there to be an awkward pause between the last text and this one.]

Sorry. Just remembered something funny.

Anyway! Dipper Pines! I'm sure you're the sort of person who agrees that resourcefulness and ingenuity will get you farther in life than waiting for the ideal circumstances. Sometimes we just have to use what life hands to us.

I'm just saying I'd be resourceful and ingenious enough to find a rock or a heavy stick instead. On the other hand I really wouldn't be looking for murder weapons, so it's not like it would come up.

Well! Sounds like you've got your path all sorted out.

Maybe next time, I'll hold out hope the fallen human gets named Dipper. I bet I'd have an easy time of it if I were you, huh?

You do know there's more to being me than having my name, right?

Sure. I'd have to be extremely insufferable, but luckily, that already comes pretty easily to me.

You also have to not be homicidal.

Do I?

I know you've got it in you.

[Dipper is pretty sure he does too, and he even knows what it would take to unlock it. But there's no way in hell he's telling Chara.]

Is that your weird idea of a compliment?

No, but the fact you would assume it is one is very telling.

[Ha ha. Red SOULs like us aren't that different, deep down.

Red SOULs, like Chara used to be. The will to live, the resolve to change fate. It's a very dangerous thing.

But more than that. Dipper is human. And humanity, loathsome, contemptible thing that it is, does not change. Can commit just about any act, if they can latch onto a reason that appeals to their sense of moral superiority, their paranoia, their need to find an other and distance themselves from it.]

Edited (words are hard what is typing) 2016-03-15 02:38 (UTC)

That I think you'd compliment someone by telling them they have the capacity for murder? If that's telling you really haven't been paying attention.

[Oh. They see. He thinks they enjoy it. That they say that because they find taking a life glorious. That they feel they are admirable for their actions, and so would find others admirable for doing likewise.

Makes sense. Why else would someone insist on killing even in a place like this, right? Why else would they talk so much about it?]

You got me. You really are a detective.

[.....well when he types it like that.]

Well it's either that or you're messing with me again. I'm not gonna feel bad about "having it in me" to be homicidal. That's just dumb. I probably have it in me to be a star football player too. Doesn't mean it's gonna happen.

[Funny, the impulses that can intrude on a person. He acts like it's laughable, impossible, out of the question, and immediately Chara wants to bet that they could find a way. Goad him into killing them, or someone else. They've caused so much chaos already with words alone. Words alone would be all it takes, right?

...Now why would they go and think something like that? What point would that serve? Very funny, those impulses. Better think of sunshine and pollen instead.]

You sound very sure of yourself. :)

I'm not.

[Something he's admitting partially because he doesn't want Chara to try to prove him wrong since... well. His berserk button isn't remotely hidden, though she can definitely defend herself. But also partially because, well, it's true.]

We all make choices. I like to think mine are mostly good [They're not] but they might not always be. So yeah, I guess maybe someday I'll choose to kill someone, hopefully for a good reason. That's the thing about free will. It means I could.

[Man, this is getting uncomfortably deep and honest.]

But I haven't killed anyone now and I don't want to so there's really no point dwelling on what I might do since there's no way to know until it happens.

There are no good reasons.

[There are reasons. There are ends, and those ends may matter more than anything, but they don't erase the means. You count yourself among the sacrifices and select the most evil people you know, champion for the most worthy cause you can think of, but you are still a murderer, and your brother's heart floods with horror and refusal.

You try again. You still think you can be the arbiter of justice when nobody else can, and in your crusade to bring about an end, to send consequences crashing home, you obliterate every innocent bystander in the Underground. You kill people who try to believe in you, who defend everyone's hopes and dreams, who make a last-ditch effort to stop the end of the world. You don't care. You'll crush that happy ending so utterly that the only future left is to escape this pointless world or sink into an empty void for eternity.

Neither reason was a good one.]

That's what makes it being a choice so awful. At some point, you discover exactly what it is that you consider more important than the life of another creature. At some point, you place an indelible stain on your SOUL. You gain apathy, you gain the momentum that lets you do it again and again.

That's what makes the power to SAVE so interesting, don't you think?

[That's... interesting. For someone so murder happy, Chara has a VERY black and white view of death. Dipper... doesn't. He doesn't want to kill anyone, but he can certainly imagine situations where he'd feel morally justified, not to mention situations where he'd stop caring if it was morally justified or not. He really hopes it's not something that ever comes up. As much as he wants to believe he could come out the other end the same... the thought of it makes him queasy.]

So why'd you kill Alex? If you could have just undone it with a SAVE?

[A question, and a thousand different ways to answer. Why kill monsters, when it was humanity they hated? Why be the fingers tightening around a plastic knife or a worn dagger as their mother or father stood in a child's way? Why not LOAD away everything that does not suit you, pretend your less likable actions never happened?

Why not make a joke? Your favourite refrain. You called out for help...

* But nobody came.

Or play up to the expectations that you find killing fun, admirable, noble. Be the demon. Easiest job in the world. They are the feeling of numbers increasing. They did it for LOVE.]

So that he - and every other human in this pointless world - would know exactly what I am.

Worked, did it not? He has not made any more heroic attempts at demonslaying. He is afraid.

[Chara's usual creepy I'm-so-evil response. It probably isn't good that it's making Dipper roll his eyes, but he was literally just talking about how terrible killing is.]

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

[A flat rejection, and it bounces right off of Chara. Expected. Very human. Predictable.

He doesn't understand. Nobody understands - You're the only one who understands me. You're the only one who's any fun to play with anymore. He hits up against the obvious contradiction of "there are no reasons that really justify killing" and "I have killed anyway," and rolls his eyes and looks away.]

Know what else is stupid?

He was bigger than me. Heavier. His hands were at my throat. Covering my mouth. Don't want to scream, right? Don't want any uncomfortable noises. His weight pressed me down. I felt his body heat as he smothered me. I could not get up. I could not move. I could not breathe. His grip grew tighter and tighter.

Humans can do such stupid things with their hands. When you're smaller, when you're weaker. All you can do is smile and be still. Try to distance yourself. Wait for it to be over. Good children don't fight back.

But. Dipper. I am not a good child. So I reached for my SAVE, and this time, I ran him through.

Aren't you just rolling your eyes, Dipper? Isn't that a bunch of cringey, edgy garbage? Pretty hilarious, huh?

No, I mean you can't have it both ways. Did you kill him because he was trying to kill you or did you kill him because you're soooooo evil and wanted everyone to know?

[Is... is he saying what it sounds like he's saying? Sometimes, Dipper wishes he was a little stupider. Or at least a little more oblivious.]

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