For the first time ever, Chara finds themself glad of something that...usually inspires the opposite. They are glad, for the first time, to not be connected to Frisk's SOUL. Glad, for the silence in their head. Glad, not just for the physical distance, but all the other, usually unnatural distances, as well.

They are glad, because with a conscious attempt to remain expressionless, Frisk will never know how much Chara hates them in this moment.