"Yeah." Frisk makes their lips curve up, and they hook a hand under the balcony's edge, hauling their weight up in a way that doesn't look the most comfortable. They're not really thinking about it. "Bad families...bad creators. Lost families, no families at all. Some people should even jus' be dead, but the castle got them first."

They start moving towards the doorway, though they're going to let other-Frisk go in first.