[...Six months? That - that can't be right, can it? How did so much time elapse without them being conscious of it? That can't possibly be real. Time stopped for them long ago. It can't be passing that quickly.

Moreover... how has she been around them for six whole months without getting sick of them yet? That's half of a year. That's, like, a twentieth of their entire lifespan. Again and again, they ask why she's still trying. Still wasting her time on a lost cause, on something that was doomed from the start.]

Pfft. No wonder Frisk likes you. Sap attracts sap, I guess.

[But not Chara, you know. Chara is completely sap-proof.]

They probably worry about me, too. Or worry about what kind of havoc I'll wreak unto others, I guess, if we're going to be more accurate.