Shamefully, it actually takes Chara a moment to realize what exactly Frisk is referring to. "Right. That line on your neck," they say. "Strange, is it not? We never kept any of our injuries before." Perhaps it's an aspect of Chara's soul; they don't think they retained even a scratch of what Sans did to them. But it's just another mystery in an increasingly long line of them.
Huh. Not surprising that nobody's died. Chara has the impression nobody's been here for very long, and everyone here acts like they're too righteous to kill anyone- outside of deserving inhuman things like Chara, of course.
"Do you think we're still the only ones who can come back?" Chara asks, their tone almost conversational considering the subject matter.
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Date: 2016-07-10 07:33 am (UTC)Huh. Not surprising that nobody's died. Chara has the impression nobody's been here for very long, and everyone here acts like they're too righteous to kill anyone- outside of deserving inhuman things like Chara, of course.
"Do you think we're still the only ones who can come back?" Chara asks, their tone almost conversational considering the subject matter.