Ones with self-hatred problems, or ones that have a better idea of how separate other selves can be--not that it matters. This one could be more upset, remembering those files, but as things are now, they don't remember that at all.

Frisk wants to go somewhere to rest, and this other Frisk's just in the way. Stupid thing to say now, though.

They're still shaking--it's ridiculous. Why is it so hard to keep a lid on their emotions? They used to be able to do that, back when it wasn't so important.

"Jus'...walking," they say weakly. Giving in to a strange urge, they bend their knees so they're crouching--still humanlike, balancing carefully on their feet, still giving the feeling that they're small. See, they're not bad right now! "Sorry." For being in the way. Not so much for what they did--one little 'sorry' isn't enough.