Spitting those words back at them. Frisk winces at that, looks away. It's not wrong, and that's what stings. The six who came before them...they all perished. Toriel had to learn to let go, again and again. And then cling onto the next child that happened by?

No. No, that can't be right at all. Only...that's exactly how it happened. How it must have happened.

* It's more complicated than that.
* We're not each other's enemy. You understand that, right?
Chara, no matter which version they're talking about...they're both Frisk's friends. Right? And Frisk is supposed to listen, and be patient. But right now they're just shutting them down.