"You always are." The words are pitying, contemptuous, and Chara turns away, pivoting so they no longer have to look the human in the eye. They do not turn their back. They never, never turn their back.

Perhaps they are being cruel. But they know they are; they are not so terrible a person that they cannot be aware of their own cruelty. Frisk may be a lot of things, but it is not truly their fault they were born human, a member of that hateful race.

Their tone is unfailingly pleasant. "How is that working out for you, by the way?"