It's a cursory expression, but it's enough for a stab of horror and a return echo - the two of them in the dark, the only things in existence - but that pales, because at least they could move, or think they were moving.

At least they knew how they got there, and had only themselves to blame. They're making it about themself, aren't they?

The sunshine and smell of grass chases that away, and outwardly they smile a little. Yes, they'd like that.

He disappears, like Sans, only in a flash of light instead of dark.

They wave at the space where he was before going anyway, Chara's step lighter as they head down the hall, moot paper apology still crinkling.