Frisk nods, scrubbing again at their eyes to vainly try and wipe away the signs of crying. Going forward past a pain like this...it's not something they have much experience with. The ending after those fights against Asgore and Flowey, the memories of dust, it was always blurry and detached, as if none of it was real. This whole month has been so starkly clear, by comparison.

Nodding, Frisk bites their lip and tugs at the bottom of their sweater, worrying at the hem. "...uh-huh. What is it?"