[It was a haunting image, Chara looking the way they did. The fear in Angel's stomach blossomed into her chest. A fist clenched at her side, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms. It would be better, safer to run away from this monster, but...]

[But surely, despite everything, there was just a child in there.]

[Stepping forward, despite every fiber of her being screaming not to, Angel rested a hand on a distended arm. She took a step backward, attempting to pull the young child away from the mirror.]

Will you walk with me, my friend? I know we didn't have the best conversation before, but I would like to try again. Can we do that?