[A gentle tickle over one knuckle, over a faint scar where a fight on the playground split the knuckle open and the scabbed-over wound was picked and picked and picked until the thin, flexing skin simply healed with a mark. Chara wants to avert their eyes shyly, to turn away from affection, to fear anything as hyperbolic as the word "anything," because what could go wrong? What if it's like "I'd never doubt you?"

But they keep their eyes on Frisk. Even with all the aversion they have toward using those creepy eyes of theirs, even if it still aches a little to see their beautiful brown eyes scribbled over. Frisk deserves that much, at least. Frisk deserves their full attention. Frisk deserves to be seen.]

...I don't think you just happened to stumble onto the Rabbit Hole all on your own.

[Even for someone determined, it seems far too impossible. An entrance that constantly moves around, with no particular hint or pattern that anyone could use to guess where it will materialize next. Whatever strings and flags make up Wonderland's base parts, they keep themselves out of Chara's reach; they cannot dig here. Cannot find out things they should not know.

Is Frisk just so much more capable than they are? Are they such a dirty hacker that they can even bend Wonderland itself to their whims? Did they root out their pathway by...

No. Chara doesn't think so. (Chara doesn't want to think so. Chara wants to believe in Frisk.)

Sans thinks so, too. If Frisk found the Rabbit Hole, they probably didn't do it alone.]

Would you tell me who helped you? When you were looking for the path to the core, I mean.