I forgive you, he says, and he means it. He means it because everyone says what they mean. The weight of his hand, the great fuzzy paw closed over their shoulder, is gentle, and it's almost...it's almost exactly the way Chara says it is. It feels the way a dad should feel.

They reach up, unconsciously, to grasp at it, and squeeze tight.

"Thank you," Frisk whispers. "Thank you for being sorry, too."