[They stare down at the hands locked around theirs. Still a perfect fit. Like mirror images. Like they were made to hold onto each other. Like a lock that only yields to the one key it was made for, and nothing else.
They focus on the bridge of their conjoined hands. They breathe. They try to let go of whatever has clenched itself around their hollow chest.
Sometimes it doesn't hurt.]
I am happy that you tried to give me this.
[It didn't... work out as planned, ha ha. This pie didn't have butter in it. They wish it could have been more satisfying for Frisk, more fulfilling, a better payoff than a lot of pain. But...]
I'm happy you thought of me.
[They aren't even supposed to be feeling at all, but Frisk still thought of how Chara might have been feeling, didn't they?]
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They focus on the bridge of their conjoined hands. They breathe. They try to let go of whatever has clenched itself around their hollow chest.
Sometimes it doesn't hurt.]
I am happy that you tried to give me this.
[It didn't... work out as planned, ha ha. This pie didn't have butter in it. They wish it could have been more satisfying for Frisk, more fulfilling, a better payoff than a lot of pain. But...]
I'm happy you thought of me.
[They aren't even supposed to be feeling at all, but Frisk still thought of how Chara might have been feeling, didn't they?]