"You're unhappy. Isn't that enough?" It's... painful to watch this. Scary, even. Never mind the flash of recognition. Maybe they can't fully relate. Maybe there's a part of them that's projecting. Stupid, stupid, and selfish, but what else is new? Heh.

They're lost. They're confused. They haven't found Papyrus or Flowey. They're just aimlessly latching onto the first person they find. It's not a smart move. They know, but they stay regardless.

They've lasted this long. Might as well keep tempting fate.

They shift their position a bit, fidgeting with a sleeve.

"I mean... objects won't fight back. You can't really hurt 'em." It's better. Better than picking fights. "But..." Sigh. "I... don't think it'll help you feel better. Never helped me."

Heh.

"But what do I know? I'm not you. I don't even know why I'm here."

They just showed up. Outta nowhere. Ha.