"...good," they repeat, for lack of anything better to say.

At least for a moment. Frustration's still there, scraping around their chest.

They exhale deeply. "Jus'--I don't--I know life's not fair," they cut themselves off, just in case he was going to butt in with something along those lines "but I still...don't like. When people...when things like that happen."

Obviously. And it's not like Gaster can do anything about it anyways.