[They don't have words, exhales long and ragged as their shoulders slump, as their fingers push between the spaces of Frisk's and they hold on for dear life. Head dropping forwards, resting against their Partner's shoulder as they close their eyes, keep them closed.
Their SOULs continue to burn, somehow, no matter how alarming the flickers of light may be. As Frisk lends them their strength, it's up to Chara to begin picking up the slack, fighting for some sense of normalcy. Slicing panic down into a sharp, angry blade they can use to- keep Frisk safe, somehow. Just keep them safe.
Whatever keeps them from considering what they'd seen-- and how having Frisk close brings both a swell of relief and pure terror.
Unfortunately, they're not up to speaking, at the moment. That might be upon the adults to handle.]
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Their SOULs continue to burn, somehow, no matter how alarming the flickers of light may be. As Frisk lends them their strength, it's up to Chara to begin picking up the slack, fighting for some sense of normalcy. Slicing panic down into a sharp, angry blade they can use to- keep Frisk safe, somehow. Just keep them safe.
Whatever keeps them from considering what they'd seen-- and how having Frisk close brings both a swell of relief and pure terror.
Unfortunately, they're not up to speaking, at the moment. That might be upon the adults to handle.]