There's a distinct sense of helplessnes to the way they press Frisk's hand between their own, as though the pressure might fix the cracks. Their eyes are burning, and their lips tremble. How can Frisk not see what is so obvious? Chara recognizes some of it, because they can hear their own voice in Frisk's, but it's also different. Whoever hurt them was a horrible human being that was mean to a good person. It was wrong.
Chara chokes out, "Frisk, you already help people." Frisk looks like they're falling apart in more ways than physical, and Chara pulls them into a careful, hovering hug.
"You didn't do anything wrong. You help me. It's okay... We'll just--we'll fix this in the next reset. Okay?"
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There's a distinct sense of helplessnes to the way they press Frisk's hand between their own, as though the pressure might fix the cracks. Their eyes are burning, and their lips tremble. How can Frisk not see what is so obvious? Chara recognizes some of it, because they can hear their own voice in Frisk's, but it's also different. Whoever hurt them was a horrible human being that was mean to a good person. It was wrong.
Chara chokes out, "Frisk, you already help people." Frisk looks like they're falling apart in more ways than physical, and Chara pulls them into a careful, hovering hug.
"You didn't do anything wrong. You help me. It's okay... We'll just--we'll fix this in the next reset. Okay?"