If it were anyone else, Chara would laugh. Except out of anyone they've ever known, Frisk would come closest to doing just that. Choosing their consequences as simply as flipping a switch, going back to the start. Erasing the cuts from their skin and the exhaustion in their bones whenever it suits them. If Frisk had told them that, Chara would be hard pressed, not to consider them capable of it.

Once upon a time.

"And now?"