Frisk wanted to be angry. She wanted Sans to listen and not tune her out. What she had to say was important, and talking to a brick wall was not going to cool her frustration. Of course, she shouldn't have expected anything else. She was about to raise her voice, when she caught the skeleton's flinch. It should have been a victory for her. She got through to him, she broke a piece of his barrier. She should have felt better. But it only made her feel worse.

She loosened her stance and unclenched her fists. She never really considered that Sans had attempted to tell the others. While she was playing her little games, he was repeatedly pleading to his family to listen and remember. Four hundred fifty two. How many of those times were hers? How many resets had the other humans done before losing their souls? She hoped they were more merciful, and better people than her. If they weren't, then...Poor Sans.

Frisk felt like such a jerk. "I...I never thought of that. I'm sorry, Sans." Her voice was much softer than it had been before. She never could hold on to her anger. Her shoulders slumped. "I just... Who's going to protect you? You look out for everyone else, but what about you?" Her gaze drifted down to the ground. It was starting to snow again.

"It was so much easier when it was me who was the biggest threat. If I'm not hurting anyone, the Underground seems safe. But this glitch is new...He doesn't play by the usual rules, like I did, and it scares me. There's nothing I can do. He's completely unpredictable and there's nothing I can do about it." She shivered a little more, and was finally forced to hug herself. Maybe going out in the cold with damp hair wasn't the best idea. 

"What...What am I supposed to do if we lose? Resetting won't do much good, and we'll lose so much. I think this is the best timeline we've ever had." She smiled, but it quickly faltered and fell. "I don't want to live here without you, Sans.