...Hoo boy. This is getting a bit frustrating. True, it could be a different Frisk, he supposes. Time and space can be fickle things. On the other hand, he's seen enough weird memory antics that he frankly doesn't want to assume the worst either. So he takes a deep breath. Shuts his eyes for a minute and tries to formulate a plan.

Hrm.

"YOU ONCE TOLD ME THAT YOU AREN'T A GOOD PERSON. THAT YOU JUST ACT LIKE IT. YOU... TOLD ME THAT AT ONE POINT OR ANOTHER, YOU WERE ON THE STREETS. IT SEEMED LIKE YOU WERE WAITING FOR SOMEONE, BUT... NOBODY CAME."