Their smile falters, shoulders falling by a tiny fraction. For a moment they don't even notice the differences, only feel the pang of yet another rejection, another failure--but they can see too the tight line of their mouth, the way their eyes flick away. Whatever this is, it's not anger.

"You don't know that." A quiet murmur, weak but pushing, not willing to give way just yet. They know they should relent, but they've never been good at letting go. "I'm not...'s not like I've done anythin' someone else couldn't."

Frisk moves a little closer, eyes locked onto Chara's face as if they could divine their thoughts if they simply focused correctly. "What're you gonna do?"