Frisk smiled as Chara spoke about stars and hugs and warm things. Her smiled faltered at the question of shooting stars. "I... Would wish for a happy life. Where... I didn't have to remember... The bad stuff that's happened to me.." She said quietly, before quickly covering up her depressed comment with a smile. "We have to keep going forward, don't we? Are we going to get to see Sans and Papyrus' house soon?"