"C'mon," she says, and Frisk shoves their knife back into its hilt, eyes scoring up through the air to measure the gas billowing through it. It's only when their gaze lowers a heartbeat later that they see her hand sticking out towards them, and they pause.

Only for a moment.

That's only as long as it takes.

Their small hand moves swiftly to grab hers, and they squeeze as gently as they dare, looking up at her. They've got an idea, something they haven't tried from -- from however far away they might be from Chara right now, but it might work. And they won't know if they don't try.

"Don't be scared," they whisper, muffled through their collar.

Beneath said collar, over the space where their heart rests, a burst of pink light scatters like sparks from a flint. And then a tiny, red SOUL emerges, surrounding itself in pink light that pulses around them, illuminating the remnants of gas like heavy wisps of mist.

Come on, Partner. Taako, if he's close enough to see the pink beacon in the darkness.

Someone answer.