"I'm not sure if I've ever known anyone as worried about other people's problems as you, Frisk," they point out with a faint little huff of air that's almost a laugh. They say nothing about sorry. They never say much about "sorry." That's... ha, they don't know, actually, if it's something that makes this Chara Frisk's Chara, or if it's just one of those meaningless markers repeated a thousand times over in that avatar of LOVE, that cautionary tale, that plot device in someone else's story. With everything that Halloween showed them, what can they possibly begin to say makes them Frisk's Chara at all?

"It's... a stupid thing to have a problem with, anyway, isn't it?" They ask, smiling. "Everyone else understands it instinctively. You shouldn't have to explain something that's supposed to be basic common sense." If you're the one who can't grasp something simple, then the problem isn't everyone else, right? You're the dumb one. What happened to being smart enough to keep up with adults, huh? This is that great, cunning manipulator? No wonder they keep getting the reactions they got whenever they tried to bring it up. Nobody can believe they can't actually keep up with something this obvious, can they? Of course they're only bringing it up to make people mad, nobody's actually stupid enough to have trouble with this. Are they?

"What good is talking about it, anyway? It just makes people frustrated, and... what if there isn't an answer for me? What if the reason that Wonderland can make and destroy me on a whim like that really is because I'm... I'm not really anyone at all?"