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You've reached Frisk. If I'm not answering my phone, please leave a message or find me on the second floor, Room 12.

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[punful]

you haven't gained any LOVE.

[He can always tell.]

this isn't one of those times. not yet.

[There's still...well, it feels stupid to even think it, but there's still hope.]

[action]

[determinedest]

That was...

[Well. They have Leonard to thank for that. Even if he hasn't talked to them very much. Maybe he will soon. They can really only hope.]

You don't need LOVE to hurt someone, Sans.

[They both know that rather well.]

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[punful]

[Quietly,] i know.

[They both know it.]

well. [He slides off the counter, abandoning his half-eaten plate of pancakes.] can't tell you what to do.

[Can't even apparently give them advice anymore.]

[action]

[determinedest]

[Said the wrong thing again. Ruined it again. Can't...ha ha, can't do anything right. Keep driving the people they love away.

Maybe that's for the best.

Frisk sets their plate aside too. They're not very hungry anymore.]

I guess not. No.

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[punful]

[He stands there, hands jammed in his pockets, staring at the floor.]

it might...it's probably worthless to say , but...

[Shouldn't say it. Will probably make things worse. Not that that's anything new with him.]

[It's worthless, he knows it's worthless, but...]

i'm...i'm sorry, frisk. about...

[His eyesockets close briefly.]

for everything.

[action]

[determinedest]

[Is it worthless? Maybe. They don't...it's worth a lot, a whole lot, that he's still trying. Even if he's feeling empty and wrung-out and he's been walking like there's a great, terrible weight on his shoulders ever since Papyrus left, he's still trying.

He tries so much more than he gives himself credit for.

They speak quietly, and they find they can't look at him.

can't tell you want to do.]

I am too, Sans.