...I don’t either. [No shifting, or footsteps. It’s discouraging, but also-] I guess if we started fighting, they wouldn’t have known anyway.

They don’t care.

[That’s typical, too. They just didn’t want them in the way, most likely. Lock them up and let them exhaust themselves thinking they’d been pitted against each other, when really, they’d just wanted them out of the way.

Well, fine. They’re out of the way. But Frisk doesn’t want to stay here forever. Taking another look about the room, maybe... maybe there is something they can do.]

Um. We could- maybe...

[The words dry up. Chara won’t like it.]