Frisk doesn't...quite fight the distance Kaworu puts between himself and them. There's a little resistance at first, fingers that clench a little harder into the fabric before his greater strength wins out. They take that half-step back, but their eyes don't leave his.

Their heart has hurt so much lately, it almost seems to be growing numb. Like that first series of RESETS, with no time to enjoy the happy ending; just the pain and fighting and hoping over and over and over. And the look on Kaworu's face...it just adds on to everything else that's happened. Another weight on their shoulders.

But they can't break.

"...you're still hurting now."

Frisk is Determined.

"I know...I can't help about th' Ingress. But there must be something else t'...t' make it a little better, at least." They frown, looking at Kaworu closely, trying to think...that pain is an old hurt, one they've both known about for a long time. But...it feels like this is different, somehow.

"...you weren't like this before we got attacked."