Frisk turns back to Reinhardt for just a moment, shaking their head. "N-no, you don't have to! I--we can just--"
But in that one moment, Chara has vanished--no, no, not quite. Frisk can see them still, running across the field. They have no green magic to halt a fleeing SOUL, nor the will to initiate a FIGHT to stall for even a tiny amount of time. Encounter over, back to the world again.
Frisk raises one hand, whimpering softly, but after a moment lets it fall to their side. Chasing after them...wouldn't be fair. Frisk knows how much Chara detests being around people, and forcing them to stay around after feeling humiliated would just be cruel. They...Frisk can apologize later. They'll probably just head home...they hope.
A moment longer, and Frisk turns around again and walks back to Reinhardt, head bowed. "...'m sorry."
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But in that one moment, Chara has vanished--no, no, not quite. Frisk can see them still, running across the field. They have no green magic to halt a fleeing SOUL, nor the will to initiate a FIGHT to stall for even a tiny amount of time. Encounter over, back to the world again.
Frisk raises one hand, whimpering softly, but after a moment lets it fall to their side. Chasing after them...wouldn't be fair. Frisk knows how much Chara detests being around people, and forcing them to stay around after feeling humiliated would just be cruel. They...Frisk can apologize later. They'll probably just head home...they hope.
A moment longer, and Frisk turns around again and walks back to Reinhardt, head bowed. "...'m sorry."