[They're not hurt, are they? For a moment Frisk just shakes their head numbly, though their expression is still locked in a sustained frieze of their astonishment and fear.
They don't hurt. They crouch there with one hand clasped over their SOUL as it fizzles there, torn between two forces opposed. Breaking and not breaking.]
I can't.
[* You reach for your SAVE file...
Again, the hard glimmer of foreign words spring in front of them.
Frisk's vision swims out of focus briefly as their brows knit together, eyes glazing, and then snapping back to regard Chara with a strange curiosity.]
You can't LOAD when you're dead.
[But they're not dead. It's just like their SOUL can't decide which way it's going to go, and until it does, they can't pull on that power to anchor them.]
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They don't hurt. They crouch there with one hand clasped over their SOUL as it fizzles there, torn between two forces opposed. Breaking and not breaking.]
I can't.
[* You reach for your SAVE file...
Again, the hard glimmer of foreign words spring in front of them.
* S̶̷̲̅A̶̷̲̅V̶̷̲̅E̶̷̲̅ C̶̷̲̅O̶̷̲̅R̶̷̲̅R̶̷̲̅U̶̷̲̅P̶̷̲̅T̶̷̲̅E̶̷̲̅D̶̷̲̅.
Frisk's vision swims out of focus briefly as their brows knit together, eyes glazing, and then snapping back to regard Chara with a strange curiosity.]
You can't LOAD when you're dead.
[But they're not dead. It's just like their SOUL can't decide which way it's going to go, and until it does, they can't pull on that power to anchor them.]