[More excuses. More I don't like this plan anymore when they've already put the plan into action. More don't think of that as really me, more when I say yes I mean no, more you should have been able to tell what I meant, not what I said. Nobody ever means what they say.

Oh, but now is different, this time they mean it, Chara, honest! Just like when your dear, beloved parents would come to you with dewy eyes, tell you they were miserable, tell you they're so stupid, so weak, tell you that you don't love them. Apologize with all their heart and soul, swear it'll never happen again, swear this time they love you for real. They didn't really mean it back then. They're so sorry, but it wasn't them, of course, but they're sorry you felt it was. So sorry. They were just trying to raise you right. They just had to because you drove them to it.

They know how those sincere pleas for a second, third, fourth, fifth chance end.]

You cannot Reset me, Frisk. You cannot force things to immediately be how they were before. I'm - maybe I was hurt too! Did you consider that? Maybe I can't just neatly stitch it up and have it vanish because you're ready for it to be out of the way.

[They lower their outstretched arm. If they don't want to take the offer, that's fine too.]

Remove your hand. I'm closing the door. If you don't, I will be forced to start screaming. I have a right to be safe in the privacy of my room, I would like to hope.