The Replica wraps their arms around Frisk. Not a hug, just a motion, showing their arms and hands to sign without having to come out from behind them.

Frisk can feel them shaking against their back. It's fear, but it might be rage, too.

You're dangerous. You're the bad thing in their SOUL. You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be, you're wrong and you want to kill the world! They need to get rid of you, but they're not, but they have to kill you.

"...I'm not going to," Frisk says coldly, after a few beats. It's harder to understand sign from behind when they're not the one making the movements.

You're just sickness.

"She's not," Frisk says, trying to shrug their arms off and failing.