[At that, they bark a laugh, familiar only in the way it was behind flying fists, and for a miserable few moments Frisk]
[just doesn't know what to do.]
[Because Chara hates them. Frisk knows they do, because Frisk said they hated Chara, and it doesn't matter if they meant it or not because for Chara, being hated is the only certainty. It's the only determination that they can expect or accept. Frisk doesn't get to RESET this. They don't get to fix it.]
[They are, as ever, not above consequences.]
[Their voice starts up again, and it's a little watery this time, the dull edges chipped away by sheer exhaustion. But though it wavers, they don't. They cut to the heart of it. They still don't know any other way.]
no subject
[just doesn't know what to do.]
[Because Chara hates them. Frisk knows they do, because Frisk said they hated Chara, and it doesn't matter if they meant it or not because for Chara, being hated is the only certainty. It's the only determination that they can expect or accept. Frisk doesn't get to RESET this. They don't get to fix it.]
[They are, as ever, not above consequences.]
[Their voice starts up again, and it's a little watery this time, the dull edges chipped away by sheer exhaustion. But though it wavers, they don't. They cut to the heart of it. They still don't know any other way.]
Did I make you do this?