How do you know what it is I want? You haven't even spoken to me in a month.

[For the first time, their brow curves down in something resembling a scowl.]

How am I supposed to believe this is anything besides masochism for you either?

[They don't get to pretend it isn't; not when Frisk knows, knows thanks to some real hands-on, immediate experience, that Chara will take every opportunity, every chance, to flagellate themself, to punish themself, to hurt themself over crimes they haven't even committed.]

And you think I'm the one playing the martyr here?