[Their chest burns with questions. Things that no amount of digging into the bones of the world fed them, because it always started and ended Underground.

Did he see the village near Mt. Ebbot? Was the flowerbed still there? Did they remember the day a monster appeared among them? Were any of them sorry?

Are... their parents still alive? Unpunished, unbothered by what they've done? Did they get a new kid and subject them to that life too? Has everyone there forgotten their name, just like the Underground did?

Was it as easy as Flowey promised it was? Did anyone ask about the other six missing humans? Did humans welcome monsterkind effortlessly? Were there struggles in getting identification, citizenship, legal personhood? Was getting custody of Frisk as hard as Chara fears, did they make Frisk go back to a household they never should have to be in?

Are they okay? Perfectly happy? Thriving as an ambassador? Did they ever show up with a flowerpot, because Frisk always fixes everything exactly how they want it to be fixed? Give Asriel the SOUL he deserved, somehow, in spite of all the odds? Wherever he is, however he is, does he get to be perfectly happy too?

...They don't ask. Clutch at their sweater, at the fabric hiding the locket. At the spot where a few broken, dull-red shards of a SOUL tremble inside of them.]

You only know about me because of that old story, right? Of the time the royal family kindly took in a fallen human.

Frisk didn't... they never said my name, did they? In those three months?