[Max doesn't know what to say for a moment, starting a little at the clang of the canister. She twists her fingers, keenly aware of the stress and tension building up in Frisk. She looks at them with the tiniest of smiles, trying to be comforting, in a way.]
...That sounds a little like you. You two were... are always a little too hard on yourselves. You know...?
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...That sounds a little like you. You two were... are always a little too hard on yourselves. You know...?