You're being patently transparent, as usual. It's not hard to tell what you want. You won't leave me alone until you get it.

[They're certainly not here for pleasant small talk or to ask to borrow a cup of sugar, ha ha. They keep insisting Chara can't possibly know what they want, but it's not like they're being secretive or subtle, are they?]

This wasn't just some stupid argument or a broken lamp or something, Frisk. My influence does far, far worse than that. Things of a magnitude so great that they leave an indelible stain. You were almost lost for good. The things that made you you were scribbled out.

[Those warm dark eyes are gone forever.]

Don't you think there might be things that are of a slightly greater importance than my ego?

[It'd be selfishness itself to put people at risk just for the sake of something as minor as company. They're fine alone.]

...No, of course you don't. It's your job to let yourself be ripped apart by people who love you. An utter lack of self-preservation is part of what makes you so good, right? Well, Frisk. My priorities, I suppose, differ from yours.