[The words are comforting. Hearing that he's still himself despite it all is nice to hear. He didn't feel like he was still him as a flower. Or maybe he did. He didn't like to think about Flowey as himself. That was why he asked Frisk to not think of Flowey as him the next time they saw him. He closed his eyes and sighed. He was trying to calm down. He words next hit him like nothing ever had before. Not even Chara's blade.

He was worthy of compassion. He was worth showing mercy. He was worth saving. He stares at Chara for a long moment. He can't find the words to say at the end. Frisk and Chara are here and his parents are happy. He nods slowly. He wants to cry again but he's trying to keep the tears down. They don't stay down but he isn't sobbing.]

...Thank you. I...I knew I could count on you. I mean...I know things are...have been...but I'm really glad we can talk. I'm glad I can see you again. Can I come find you? Please?