Alan steps closer as Frisk curls in, the light above their disk extinguishing as he lowers it to his side. They need to know the truth, but it still hurts seeing them like this, struggling against barriers hard-coded into their mind. Is this the same pain that Rinzler feels when he defies Clu? How could Clu inflict something like that on a child?

“Frisk… I’m sorry, but I’m telling you the truth,” he says, echoing Rinzler’s statement. “Clu isn’t your friend. He’s your admin.”

He glances at the disk in his hand, as if it’s proof—and it is. He hesitates and then sighs. He needs to at least offer.

“I can change that, if you want.”