[Frisk frowns, brows furrowing, and for a moment they're silent. How exactly do you gently break the news to a child that they are dead where you're from?]
...when I fell, I landed on a bed of golden flowers. From the surface. They were...
[* No!] [* ...no.] [* Let me.]
[They close their eyes, and it's Chara that opens them. From blue to red; colors likely unfamiliar to the child in front of them, but meaningful all the same.]
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...when I fell, I landed on a bed of golden flowers. From the surface. They were...
[* No!]
[* ...no.]
[* Let me.]
...they marked my grave.