[Most Charas seem to be steadfastly contrarian, with no real hope of changing their minds once they're made up. Frisk watches them go, conflicted, hands digging into the loose sand until the grit sinks beneath their nails and it chafes at their skin.
They shake their head in an abrupt deescalation of tension, and stay where they are.
They can only hope their mirror has the good sense to stay away.]
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They shake their head in an abrupt deescalation of tension, and stay where they are.
They can only hope their mirror has the good sense to stay away.]