"I know." The world isn't fair. Chara knows this better than anyone.

And it's all because of humans. Rotten, wretched, selfish humans. Humans like... well, like Chara.

They squeeze Frisk's hand reassuringly.

This? This is small compared to what Chara's already been through.

Frisk, too.

"But this isn't the Underground, Frisk. This is the human world."

And Frisk knows what that means.

What they're gonna put other humans through as part of Team Rocket? It's even smaller. So they don't feel bad at all. They're happy. Happy to get a little back at the humans around them, even if it's just a little prick, a single drop of blood for all the blood and tears and dust they've exacted from Chara and Frisk and all the monsters of the Underground--and before. The Pokemon will be fine. If they want to leave and go home, they can. But if they don't?

They're free now. They can stay with Team Rocket or go and live in the wild. After all, Gasbag breaks out of its Pokeball all the time. There's no reason other Pokemon can't.

Right?

"... you've noticed, right? They're magic. Not like Monsters back home, either. They won't get hurt. They can't."