Chara might think it sounds dumb, but Frisk-- "Makes sense. I thought that was gonna happen, too. Or something like that, at least to the start of when I got here, 'cause there wasn't a way to SAVE. Nothing I was sure about." They thought they might've been able to make a couple when they were having particularly good days. But 'might've' didn't feel good enough for them to willingly walk into the knife.

Thunk. Frisk jumps in place.

They can't tell what Chara's thinking about, but throwing things does not match up with their...attempt at sounding like they don't care at all. Even if Frisk's pretty sure whatever their thoughts are don't hold some sort of secret regret for killing them.

"'Happily' is relative," they mutter, not entirely expecting Chara to hear it.