The silence stretches on, and that tight knot in Frisk's gut coils tighter and tighter. It's not fair, none of this is fair! They know there's something they're missing, something that no one wants to admit to them, but they can't for the life of them figure out what it could be. Why won't anyone just tell them?!

Frisk's head knocks against the bars with a soft thunk, and tears drip down off their face onto the floor. They don't know what to say anymore, or if they should say anything at all. It's pretty obvious Chara doesn't want Frisk around anymore, but they can't bring themself to leave. They've never been good at letting go.