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[fulllifeconsequences]

[First "anger isn't evil," now "Chara is safe?" They really are going all-out on the ridiculous unfathomably out-there concepts, huh? What zany concept are these wacky kids gonna come up with next? "Maybe it isn't normal to hate yourself with every fibre of your being?"]

You don't have to thank me. That's... it should really be the bare minimum you expect, you know.

[It had always been the worst part of life on the surface. That nobody would talk about it. That nobody was willing to hear it. Always easier to assume that it won't happen again, or they're a tough kid so they'll sort it out themselves, or they're smiling and going about their business so they clearly must be totally fine. It's not as easy as scooping the prinxce out of the tower and living happily ever after. It isn't just about rescuing them from the big bad mirror. There's more that comes after that. Everyone should know that, should be thinking about Frisk still. There should be more Snarts out there, even if Chara might've giggled for a full minute about Frisk talking to somebody named Snart.

And even if there aren't, Chara will be. Chara'll fill the empty spaces people leave around Frisk. Can't be a Toriel, for all their trying, but... they can, at least, manage being a Chara.]

...I still think "soulmates" has a nice ring to it.

[A stronger word than friends. Than best friends, than family, than partners. It does... it does feel hard to cram an entire fathomless ocean of feeling into a single word, doesn't it? But soulmates, at least, has the cushioning punchline to it that "Mrs. Dreemom" or "Mr. Dad Guy" has. If you can say it and there's the possibility that you're joking, then it's not so raw, so vulnerable, so exposed.]

[determinedest]

Yeah, but you...you ask and stuff. Always make sure I'm okay. Ask before touching. Because you, you know what it's...

[What it's like.

It's not for a very happy reason. But even unhappy reasons, they think, maybe, can shape them into something they can come to love? Maybe the unhappy reasons aren't all that they are.

Soulmates. Not simply SOULmates, but...soulmates. It's nice. It's simple. They like it.

Frisk smiles faintly.]

Okay. Then that's what we can be, then.

[They say it with the air of finality, like signing a contract. Boom, soulmates. And it means...ha ha, well it's kind of literal too, isn't it? They've shared a SOUL. They've seen the best and the worst of each other and came out loving one another anyway. Best friends, maybe, doesn't quite cover it.

Maybe it's not always perfect. But Sans kind of said, more or less, that loving someone else is one of the strangest, most terrifying things someone can do to another person. It's scary, opening yourself up like that.

But they don't mind it so much. It's worth it.]