[Knew he wouldn't like it. Probably- doesn't really understand. That's fine; they don't really get how all of this works, either. Frisk just knows that it does.]
There are.
[He shouldn't have to question that. He's met some of them, hasn't he? Told them as much; they know him well enough to get that a guy like him doesn't miss the chance to compare. There were better ones; they were all better ones. None of them were left standing on the middle ground.
They'd finished, and just by being here, Frisk- the one that is them, in the here and now- they never will.
Fifty percent, twenty percent. They're both failing grades. No one wants that. Sans doesn't want that. Chara doesn't want that. And Frisk certainly doesn't.]
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There are.
[He shouldn't have to question that. He's met some of them, hasn't he? Told them as much; they know him well enough to get that a guy like him doesn't miss the chance to compare. There were better ones; they were all better ones. None of them were left standing on the middle ground.
They'd finished, and just by being here, Frisk- the one that is them, in the here and now- they never will.
Fifty percent, twenty percent. They're both failing grades. No one wants that. Sans doesn't want that. Chara doesn't want that. And Frisk certainly doesn't.]
...Chara would figure it out.