[Max twists her fingers together. She wishes she could reach out and hold Frisk's hands in her own, find some little way to comfort them. But she remembers how they shy away at such things.]

That doesn't change how good you were to them. For them. And if they ever come back, even if they don't remember... you can show them again.

[She looks up at them, pained to see they way they look.]

I think you two will always be... good for each other.