"Different fights, just that," Frisk says as dismissively as they can. It made them remember losing to their Papyrus and all their weird feelings about everything, and they don't feel like talking about that too much.

"We're...we're both sorry. They were accidents." Their arm lifts, hesitates, partially drops back down. "Are you...okay?" He's very clearly not, but they don't know what to ask otherwise.