[She listens, quiet, letting his words wash over her. Some people don't ever feel guilty. They keep hurting and hurting and never once do better.

Isn't that what she said to Frisk? That after it all, at least they were trying?

She pulls herself to her feet, and the water that could be heard in the background seems to fade and disappear.]

I thought dying for this would make it better. But it didn't. No... no one even knew t-they were here.

[She wants to reach out and take his hand, take something small and physical, but she's too shy. So she grabs her own hands instead, looking down at her closed palms.]

I wanted to pretend it hadn't happened either. But I... guess I can't. Not if I really want to... I d-dunno. Do good. Be good.