They're nothing more the dead weight in the other Chara's arms right now, head lolling as they lie stunned. They try and curl up, but the knife and the grip on their collar stops them. Huh? What?

A bit of blood trickles from their ear and down their neck. They remove a hand and stare at it, looking at the blood covering their palm. Hurts. Static on the outside, as well as the inside.

They don't even notice the knife past the haze of pain, not to mention hear the sound of it swishing through the air. Sorry world, Chara's kind of disconnecting right now.