Turns out it...it ends up the same way. Both of us dead.

[They laugh, and keep laughing. It sounds like a horrible joke. Boy. Guess they really don't matter in the grand scheme of things, do they! Guess they were such a great best friend that they still ended up condemning the people they love to death, and tearing apart their family!]

I guess we...guess we are. Really are just a set of names you can overwrite. Insert name, get your own Fallen Human, free of charge!

[The words sound too bright and snapped-out and vicious to feel like them. They try to claw it back. Drag it back into something that feels more like Frisk, and less like Chara. They're Frisk. They're Frisk.

Not that it seems to matter, does it? No, it doesn't seem that it matters at all.]

I don't...it doesn't matter, though. Even if there are others, we're the only ones who are us.

[A Frisk who apologizes too much, who hems and haws and ums and ers. A Chara who likes puzzles and won't ever admit that they love puzzles, who says things that are darkly hilarious, who smiles too much.]