Frisk was expecting him to firmly repeat his disagreement. She also expected him to just teleport away, to a spot where she wouldn't find him as easily. She wasn't expecting him to lose his cool. Standing there, she couldn't do anything but stare at him. Her plan wasn't perfect, she'd admit, but she never considered it would sound so terrible to her friend. Even as he yelled, she still couldn't bring herself to fully understand what was so bad. If she could help Sans in any way, then she would. She'd survived worse as a child. If it wasn't a Genocide route with Sans, then it was every other run with Undyne. What was the big deal?

But as he spoke, and as she saw how frustrated and furious he was, Frisk began to grow a little frustrated herself. When Sans tore himself out of her touch, she let her hand drop to her side. She watched him pace, watched his body movement and listened to his bones rattle. That was always how she knew he was really upset - when his bones rattled. It should have made her want to turn around and leave him alone. Instead, it only made her angrier.

[i]"just go home, frisk."[/i]

"...No." 

Frisk paused. She couldn't remember the last time she had so openly disobeyed Sans, in this timeline or any other peaceful run. Sans never asked her of anything. He didn't push her, didn't use her age against her. Growing up, she never saw any reason to go against him. She didn't want him to dance around the issues anymore, but this was...This was new. And she didn't like it. But she was angry and irritated and scared for her friend. 

"No, you can't just tell me to go away!" She clenched her fists at her sides. "You think that you can handle everything by yourself, that you can hold it all in and keep everyone out! Is that how you see [i]yourself[/i]? You have to protect everyone, because they're somehow better off being ignorant while you waste away in front of them? Is that how little you think of yourself...and everyone else?"

Frisk stepped towards him, though still kept a distance. It was starting to get colder, and she was trembling. She didn't notice, too swept away by her own words. "And this isn't just about the glitch! You [i]always[/i] do this! Do you just not trust anyone else? I know you don't trust me, but you don't trust Alphys to help? Or Undyne? Or Toriel?" She took in a breath. 

"Or...Or Papyrus?"