[The words smear past in an indistinct slurry, a handful of unknown variables molded into the very picture of calm. And they are, indeed, at the moment, completely and utterly calm. No need for concern. No need to worry. It's just you, Chara, who can't seem to understand, who can't seem to handle this. It's just you, Chara, overreacting, because you don't know what it is to love someone for them, and not for their utility. It's all fine, because Frisk says it's fine, and Frisk would know better than you would, Chara, what's best for Frisk! Hasn't Frisk earned the right to define their own path from here on out, free from you, free from anyone? Why can't you be happy for them? Why can't you handle this? Why can't you just be normal, and calm? Because the only one who has a problem with this is you, Chara!
Still just you, right? But don't you dare say it. Don't you dare steal those words, appropriate them for yourself. You've stolen enough from Frisk, and imposed enough on their territory, and why are you still laughing?
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Still just you, right? But don't you dare say it. Don't you dare steal those words, appropriate them for yourself. You've stolen enough from Frisk, and imposed enough on their territory, and why are you still laughing?
They haven't stopped laughing.
They couldn't stop laughing.
Because they're an angel.]