"Sorry?"

The tone is icy, simultaneously finishing the sentence and pretending to have difficulty hearing it. That smile has not budged at all. Sorry is meaningless.

"Tell me, Asriel. You are a boss monster, correct? Shall I take your soul, and make us even?"

*Please don't.

"Or no, it would not be even. Because I am at least asking."

There is a great deal of vitriol in the word, as Chara's hands curl into fists at their sides.