["I love you" feels like the last thing they'd ever call themselves ready to hear. They look... a little devastated? It's alarming enough, to be faced with a tsunami of unconditional love and forgiveness that feels... that feels too good to even be real? The idea that Frisk could possibly love them when they're actively hurting Frisk now, when it's their fault Frisk is being deprived of something they need...? It's too scary. It's more than Chara can take.

They swallow. Decide not to think about it. Keep it at arm's length.]

This isn't justice. This isn't fair or balanced. This is... this is just you being a scapegoat for what I did.

[It feels... ingrateful, somehow? They have love! Love's supposed to fix it! They should be happy! But... different standards being applied to them. Being an exception. It still... they're not above consequences, either.]

I'm making it about you, Frisk. We're... partners, aren't we? It's not right if one of us gets all the good and one of us gets all the bad. I don't need love, and I especially don't need it if I'm just stealing it away from you. You don't... have to pretend to be happy for my sake. It won't make this make sense, or feel better, or... or whatever.