This is a lot to take in, so at first Pap remains silent. He does, however, place a hand on Frisk's shoulder. Just some way to show he's listening. He does care. It's just... there is so much to unpack here. Just... what sort of life did they lead before? He wants to ask, but how. How does he do so without seeming too nosy?

What to do...

Well, he can relate, at least. After all, the situation's been hard on him, too. He's never had to kill before. It goes against his code. And yet... murderers lurk. Monsters are feral and fierce. This is not the world they know. They... they just can't look at it the way they looked at the Underground. And it hurts, because everything he's seen suggests that they'll have to go against their principles.

"I DON'T KNOW EITHER. IT'S... TRICKY, ESPECIALLY SINCE THE JOBS I CHOSE AREN'T EXACTLY THE MOST TAILORED TO COMBAT. I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE HOW I WOULD HAVE FARED AGAINST THAT MOOGLE ALONE.

BUT... WELL. WE AREN'T ALONE. AND WE'RE STILL HERE. WE HAVE TIME TO LEARN AND ADAPT. THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY LESS SCARY, BUT THE FACT THAT YOU ARE SO TROUBLED PROVES THAT YOU HAVE A GOOD HEART. NO MATTER HOW YOU WERE BEFORE, THE FRISK I KNOW IS A GOOD PERSON. WE JUST... WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT, ALL RIGHT?

WE CAN HELP EACH OTHER."