Golly, Chara, it's a little late for that, isn't it? He already called. He's already dust.

[Asriel laughs, a high-pitched, distorted giggle. A very familiar sound, probably. Funny, in a way, how he mimicked the methods of the toughest person he knew when he found himself needing to endure something painful. Wear a big smiley face you don't mean at all. Laugh off the things that hurt.

Aren't you proud, Chara? Aren't you happy?

He's become just like you.]

Words don't mean much at all when you're talking to someone who isn't here anymore, do they?

[He shrugs, turns his back, intent on abandoning Chara right where they are.]

No wonder I think you aren't exactly the greatest person.