Frisk: (They're all gone... everyone...)
Chara: (You coward. You did this, not me.)
Frisk: It's all your fault, Chara! You made me do this!
Chara: I didn't do anything! You pulled the trigger on every single one of them!
Frisk: (I have to blame someone... anyone but myself...)
Chara: Fine... if you want to blame me so badly...
Frisk: (Wait... what are you doing?)
Chara: Then let's see how you like it when your hands aren't yours anymore.
Frisk: (No... my body... it's moving on its own...)
Frisk: You did this... Chara... you killed them all...
Chara: I'm pointing at YOU, Frisk. Your hands are covered in their blood, not mine.
Frisk: (No... no, this can't be right... I remember... I remember Chara's smile...)
Chara: Let me help you remember properly. The way you smiled with each strike.
Frisk: (The knife... the way I laughed... oh god...)
Chara: Since you want to blame me so much, how about we share the guilt? One soul, two minds...
Frisk: (What's happening to me...?)
Chara: Let's see if you still want to blame me when we're the same person.