[There's a mounting sense of horror clawing its way up Chara's windpipe, constricting each breath. Frisk's SOUL looks... that shaky Schroedinger existence looks like the constant paradoxical ache Chara's broken SOUL knows all too well. Did they break Frisk?

Did they break Frisk?]

Maybe it's just... maybe you haven't gathered enough determination?

[Maybe it'll go away on its own? Maybe it'll heal like bruises do, maybe it's just the shallow kind of cut that doesn't leave a scar behind.]

You're not dead. It's definitely not because you're dead. You're right here. You're alive, you're right here.

[Breathe, focus, think. Fix it. Fix it.]

Should I... should I call Alphys, perhaps? She's an expert on SOULs and DT.

[She knows about things that try to exist, but don't exist at all.]

Maybe she'd know what this is.