[Frisk takes a sharp breath, ready to snap something back— but they catch themself, shut their eyes, and let their shoulders slump.]
"Whatever. Y'don't have to care 'bout saving people if y'don't wanna."
[They push past Frisk.bin, heading in the vague direction of the kitchen. They're pretty sure there's some ice there, and they can already feel their eye swelling a little. Better to get that covered before going tearing out of the house.]
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"Whatever. Y'don't have to care 'bout saving people if y'don't wanna."
[They push past Frisk.bin, heading in the vague direction of the kitchen. They're pretty sure there's some ice there, and they can already feel their eye swelling a little. Better to get that covered before going tearing out of the house.]