It seems like every new world is keen to apply new rules. New limitations. In any other respect, they can't say they won't adjust- this last restriction, however.

It's dangerous. Dangerous for a child like them, who hardly thinks about death as anything real, anymore. Dangerous for a child like Frisk, who is much the same.
That's your fault, isn't it?
Taking a break would be far too easy. For themself, at least, they cannot say it isn't tempting.

Exhaling slowly, Chara takes a seat by the fire, staring into the flames. The mask hides their expression perfectly- it appears they have nothing else to say.

The game has changed once more.

In a few minutes, they'll have to pretend they're prepared to deal with that.