[ He considers what he could say. He could blame her, sure. Could hate her. Could point at her for being the cause of all the problems. But... ultimately, the real problem was him. Him, and Chara.
It always had been the two of them.
It always would be, infinitely. ... So he supposes... it isn't Frisk's fault. Not particularly. Maybe his anger had been misplaced; maybe he had just been incredibly upset. He isn't sure. ]
... It's... okay. ... Don't... worry about it.
[ He's of the opinion everyone is going to die anyway, so why should it matter? Chara probably won't stop until everyone is dead. But this... this wish. His wish. Will stop that. And now he... can stop them. ... Right? ... This is the right thing to do... isn't it? ]
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It always had been the two of them.
It always would be, infinitely. ... So he supposes... it isn't Frisk's fault. Not particularly. Maybe his anger had been misplaced; maybe he had just been incredibly upset. He isn't sure. ]
... It's... okay. ... Don't... worry about it.
[ He's of the opinion everyone is going to die anyway, so why should it matter? Chara probably won't stop until everyone is dead. But this... this wish. His wish. Will stop that. And now he... can stop them. ... Right? ... This is the right thing to do... isn't it? ]