[How are they supposed to blame Chara for how they feel about themself? Ha. Ask Sans, he found a way. There's an important life lesson in here, right? About how selfish it is to hate yourself. About how maybe... it's smarter to not love anyone at all if you'll never manage loving yourself, because all you'll do is drag them down.]

I ought to have known. I'd turned into my costume once already. I should have understood right away.

[They're the smart one. The clear-thinking one. The one who's so clever for their age, and age is just a number anyway, Chara, isn't it? The one smart enough to cleverly deceive an entire race into moving its capital. The one who was supposed to have been intelligent enough to know that buttercups might be named after food, but aren't actually safe to eat.

But they were so eager to hurt themself, they acted childishly. Not like a rational, reasonable adult. Like an animal, not a human being.]

You got hurt regardless. Could have done literally anything but fight, right? But instead, I destroyed you.

You wanted to die, Frisk. You hurt so bad you would have rather been dead.