He's aware in only the smallest sense of the word. He knows of only their death, and only of the sadness and destruction that it brings with it. He's not aware of how complicated it all is, how nothing seems to make sense but does in the same way, and of his own future.

He grows silent, the answer given wasn't expected at all. He was expecting more -- but at the same time he was glad he didn't. He wants nothing more than to try to continue to treat them as he had before he had came here, but he knows deep inside that it doesn't feel right, but he still tries.

"I am. But... I-I know what happens. I--" There's a visible pause, he looks down at his own paws and clenches his fists. He knows he has to be brave about this, "I was told. Frisk -- they told me."