[Has he? Frisk's heart thuds sickeningly at the thought. Briefly, they strain to remember anything, any version of that encounter in the gold-tinted hall that ended in his death...and come up with nothing. They never saw it happen. But he's a version of him who did.]
What? I have to let you just...fade away?
[With this new, tentative friendship thing happening between them, Frisk isn't sure whether they can put that one down to selflessness or Chara's own crushing desire to just stop being.]
We don't know if that's how it works. We haven't gone that far.
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What? I have to let you just...fade away?
[With this new, tentative friendship thing happening between them, Frisk isn't sure whether they can put that one down to selflessness or Chara's own crushing desire to just stop being.]
We don't know if that's how it works. We haven't gone that far.