"If by funny you mean did he run around in circles the entire time, then yeah. Funny." They both turned their wheels for nothing, then, didn't they? Chara feels tired just thinking about it. They sigh.

"... He doesn't know anything." It's a statement that promises more words will follow, but Chara stops there. 'He'd wanted to know'. So what? 'Chara had been tempted to tell him.' So what? 'He seemed sometimes like he actually cared'.

Chara hates humans, and adults are the least trustworthy of the lot. They're the ones with the all power, and the ones who'll laugh or ignore it if it if there's anything that hurts them. They're the ones everyone loves, and they'll love any kid but Chara. That's sort of okay, because Chara's not very lovable, but Chara hated them for it anyway. Every last one of them deserved to die. Chara would sing if they could be the one directing the knife. Someday, maybe if their karma finally turned around, they'd get to be the only one left.

Gregor was human. He was all of those things, and he'd picked at their scabs one like they were scratch-to-win circles on a lottery ticket, and they hurt. He was cruel, and there was something seriously messed up about how he didn't think they were broken. How could he think... how could anyone think that they didn't need fixing... ?

They'd rather dump the whole problem on someone else. Not Frisk, necessarily, but someone. Chara tries to shake the whole thing off with another sigh.

"He'll probably try again later. He didn't finish. And he's bringing food."