"It's okay. There's nothing you could have done. Not unless we were on the same side of the looking glass."

If only, right? It's sort of funny, the mirrors reversing like this hasn't seemed to make this side feel real at all. They're still miserable and alone. It's just... now the real Frisk is the one who's an invisible presence, the whispers set behind an asterisk. And Chara... ha, maybe they'll feel better about this if they mentally insert a "you won," act like they were just being the pacifist worming their way out of a confrontation without fighting back. Like they're the hero of a story.

...No. They don't feel better at all. Just... just more alone. Of course they could never be a hero. They hide their eyes behind their sleeve again, because they really think they should be smiling. Frisk can see them now, after all.

"They... they're right, aren't they? About me. About Chara."