[Chara hesitates on the brink of speaking. Things that would be easy to let out: a reminder that they no longer have to bind themselves to the rules of the world they left behind. Observations about Alice, who was shown to be forgetting everything bit-by-bit, clinging to the name "Dinah" desperately, and now seems to be an eternal resident of Wonderland. The observation that nobody particularly noticed the questions they asked about reaching the mirror side, just like nobody particularly noticed the bouquet of white flowers and the discarded leaves.

There's always a way to use a world's rules against it. Turn the tables on a partner with godlike immunity to consequence. Push "kill or be killed" to its extreme. Twist something that should be a loss until it's actually an advantage.

But they know better than that. Frisk can't always keep a secret. Frisk likes to do things For Chara's Own Good. For everyone's good.

So they keep their plans to themself. Just keep smiling.]

Because the rules don't apply to you like they apply to everyone else?

It's an empty promise. One you probably won't keep. But... god, I hope you do.

[I can't do this twice, they murmur, every last thread pulled so taut they begin to snap one by one. They try to consider Frisk vanishing too, their SOUL cracking the moment Chara dares to let them go, only this time there's no coming back ever, no Reset, no LOAD, no memories coming flooding back, and they bite the inside of their cheek to chase that unthinkable concept away.]

I don't think I could lose you even once.