It's close to how they remember it. Maybe not exactly the same, because things shape people, shape their SOULs, and Frisk can't possibly know what Maka's been through in the time they haven't known her. And they can't know how much their SOUL has changed; not for all of its ever-determined glow. The temptation to reach out with it and try to reattach that Resonance, fill in every gap and slash, is -- it's tempting. Terrifyingly so.

But they don't dare ask for it.

Instead, they study the funny little shape of her soul: still so different from the ones in their world, but capable of amazing things. It's still very pretty, they think. Frisk smiles up at her shyly.

Did I describe it okay?

Resonance.