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reunited and it feels so gross.
If you want me back, we have to thread something with torture in it. That's just the way the chocolate frog melts.
Either find someone who'd like that—someone who deserves it—or you can stand aside and leave everything to me.
Either find someone who'd like that—someone who deserves it—or you can stand aside and leave everything to me.

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Know that.
Who are you?
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Unaccustomed to answering impertinent questions.
[and her own hand gesture is dismissive: not of her own identity, but of frisk's.]
If you were worth knowing, you wouldn't have to ask.
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[shrill, mocking sort of parroting.]
Are you magical? Do you come from a magical not-here place?
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[Frisk knows that look. That's the look Chara always has -- or had -- and it scares them, maybe, a little. That's the look of someone who does what they want.
The world can't stop those people.]
I don't think I'm magical. I'm just Frisk.
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[clearly not a positive assessment, judging from her tone. and "that look" is only getting more severe.]
Frisk what? Frisk who?
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Should I be more?
[Frisk doesn't look frightened, but considering their eyes look to be mostly-shut, it's hard to tell. At the very least, their body language is soft and calm.]
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[she's used to fear, which doesn't mean she takes the absence of fear as some kind of personal slight. by her own estimation, she hasn't done anything scary.]