Linde lowered his head in thought.
There were obvious errors in some of what White Chara had said.
"You're wrong. I saw it in my memories. That so-called Number 0 obtained a Soul Formula at the same time, too."
White Chara looked utterly stunned by Linde's words.
"How could that be...
"Argh, did I still miss something? Why on earth did your worldline diverge?
"Ugh, never mind. To protect you-False True Reset!"
"Wha-"
Before Linde could cry out, a powerful pulse spread outward from White Chara.
The pulse kept spreading, spreading-
"Ah-"
Splat.
Linde abruptly rolled aside, dodging the falling Frisk.
For some reason, he kept wanting to repeat what he had done back then: reach out and pinch the waist of the girl before him, making her cry out so he could determine her gender.
But he already knew perfectly well that the girl before him was female.
What the hell? Some mysterious decree of fate?
She had yet to wake up, so Linde sat quietly where he was, feeling a little nostalgic.
Was she brought here with me, or...
Suddenly, White Chara's voice came from behind Linde.
"I had you take Number 1296's place. You're now in a falsely created Number 1296 Universe."
"So the Frisk in front of me..."
"Right. She's not the one you know."
"Then where is she?"
"..."
"Say something!"
"I'm sorry. I can't help everyone."
"You bastard-"
Before Linde could demand that White Chara send him back, the girl beside him woke up.
"You... who are you?!"
Looking at the girl before him, Linde felt a little dazed.
But he knew very well that this was not that Frisk. The girl he knew was still wandering lost through space and time.
At that thought, he merely sighed.
"Nothing. I'm nobody."
With that,