Yeah he's not subtle, somehow. He's fucking devastated and Lup can guess what it means, refuses to see the loss in his eyes even as she wants to shout at him to spit it out already, get it over with, just fucking say it--

Instead, a note. Brief, neat, except for a few words struck out, remaining unsaid. Her gaze flies over the words and by the end, her eyes are swimming with tears. Their goodbye is-- a call-out post for her unlife choices, concern coached in a dressing down she's more than deserved and she would fucking give anything to hear it from their mouth right now, and not, not this uncertainty of when she'll ever see them again--

The whole thing's so fucking Chara it hurts, an answering anguish in her chest for the child who shared their soul with her but couldn't finish those words, as if their feelings aren't burning bright in their stern request - don't leave yourself to chance - in their promise to Ren, in their dunking on Kravitz to fucking make her chuckle even through the tears. In the existence of the note itself. She knows them as well as they know her and-- They're gone. Wiped from this plane, scattered in whatever other reality, with or without Frisk, no way of reaching them--

No.

Her eyes meet Tim's, wide and desperate for something to do.

"How long-- When did they--"