[They squeeze Chara's hands blindly, but their gaze stays on Wade. If they keep concentrating, it helps. If only just a little. Past the dust coating their skin, the bloody knife on the ground. Their own- their double's corpse on the ground, not more than a few feet away. Less.
They told Chara they'd be there when they needed Frisk, too. So they're here.]
...Okay. [A slow nod. Then they turn their head to the other child; the living one, squeezing their hand once more, calling for them. If only quietly.]
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They told Chara they'd be there when they needed Frisk, too. So they're here.]
...Okay. [A slow nod. Then they turn their head to the other child; the living one, squeezing their hand once more, calling for them. If only quietly.]
Chara...? Sans' friend wants to help.
[Is that okay?]