[Muffet breaths in sharply as the memory ends, not quite loud enough to be a gasp, one hand still outstretched where she'd reached forward on pure instinct. Because that's what you do when you see someone about to fall, isn't it?]
[You try to catch them.]
[But Chara isn't falling in front of her right now- and, most certainly, Chara does not want to be caught. Nor did they want to show her this memory, she knows, just as she did not want- was not asked whether or not she wanted- to see it. She lowers her hand slowly, folding it neatly in her lap with the others, and says nothing.]
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[You try to catch them.]
[But Chara isn't falling in front of her right now- and, most certainly, Chara does not want to be caught. Nor did they want to show her this memory, she knows, just as she did not want- was not asked whether or not she wanted- to see it. She lowers her hand slowly, folding it neatly in her lap with the others, and says nothing.]