"If it can change us an' itself so much, think it could do something if it tried," Frisk replies dryly, weaving their scarf between their fingers.
They angle their eyes from Chara to the wall. Is the Castle listening right now? Maybe. Somehow, they doubt this'll be what provokes it into finally talking.
A bird flicks past in the window. Idly, they remember the Aviary was much quieter when they visited it with all the snow.
"That would be...a good option for a lot 'f people. But we dunno where to start there either? Not flying, or falling--not even dying gets anybody out." It's got strong magic, and even with it's apparent SAVES for the castle's residents, it's not the kind Frisk knows of. "People've tried, Chara. They really have," Frisk says, tired and sad.
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They angle their eyes from Chara to the wall. Is the Castle listening right now? Maybe. Somehow, they doubt this'll be what provokes it into finally talking.
A bird flicks past in the window. Idly, they remember the Aviary was much quieter when they visited it with all the snow.
"That would be...a good option for a lot 'f people. But we dunno where to start there either? Not flying, or falling--not even dying gets anybody out." It's got strong magic, and even with it's apparent SAVES for the castle's residents, it's not the kind Frisk knows of. "People've tried, Chara. They really have," Frisk says, tired and sad.