"Then what should I have done?" It's blurted out, desperate, flailing for something they can do, some direction to take to make this all right. Frisk can't accept this strange limbo, the idea that the uneasy feeling within their family is just the new normal. "They said it was me, they said I hurt them, but I don't remember!"

A few tears roll down their cheeks, and Frisk bows their head. "I don't know what's going on anymore. I-I don't get it."