Their eyes narrow accordingly. He persists in finding means to bridge this gap, as though there is some aspect of them that is fundamentally relatable. Kids like them, creatures like them, are nothing but abominations, smears across the surface of a world that utterly disgusts and is disgusted by them. There is no rational means to step around the implication they have just set upon the playing field.

An irrational one would doubtless raise too many questions.

"Yes, well." They despise filler words, stepping about the question and stalling for time. This is Frisk's doing; of this they are certain. "Someone must keep those two from throwing themselves atop every sword that comes their way."