Frisk looks up again, and the question dies in their throat. They don't want to know more. They don't want to know if they've already broken the world apart before, gathered every bit of LOVE they could find and put everything to rest, just to set it all back up and start again. They don't want to know who holds the chains on their SOUL, if the happy ending really exists anymore. They don't want to know if they've already become the one thing they're terrified of being.

"I'm sorry."

They don't know what else to say.