Quite a few things Frisk has meddled in could be said to be not their problem. A tendency to make such things their problem greatly contributed to the Underground's opinion on humans doing a 180, even if it got them in trouble on occasion.
(And when they came back, one mistake had undone it all.)
Chara's fingers squeeze the windowsill.
"Doesn't look okay," they observe, pressing ever so slightly, voice soft enough to match their not-twin's. They tug Chara's sleeves over their hands, one by one, twisting their fingers in the ragged cloth and looking down at them.
They let the words stand and the silence suck like a vacuum; draw the distress out like poison, maybe. It's up to the other them if they want to elaborate, but Frisk really would like to know what they did wrong. They don't want to do it again. They don't understand, and it bothers them.
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(And when they came back, one mistake had undone it all.)
Chara's fingers squeeze the windowsill.
"Doesn't look okay," they observe, pressing ever so slightly, voice soft enough to match their not-twin's. They tug Chara's sleeves over their hands, one by one, twisting their fingers in the ragged cloth and looking down at them.
They let the words stand and the silence suck like a vacuum; draw the distress out like poison, maybe. It's up to the other them if they want to elaborate, but Frisk really would like to know what they did wrong. They don't want to do it again. They don't understand, and it bothers them.