"You idiot! Why would I want to freeze or reset time after all we've been through?"

White-hot flames swirl in his palms... and not the kind of flames Toriel uses to bake butterscotch cinnamon pie.

"Time passes, even as a flower. I don't intend to remain stagnant, especially in the darkness without sun... or sky... or grass... everything humans take for granted on the surface. If you don't take the future into account, you'll pay the consequences! When I'm in charge of the island, pausing and resetting the timeline won't even be necessary..."

"Now get out of my way!"

Think fast, Frisk. There's fireballs flying in your direction.