[He looks at them with a helpless sort of heaviness, a tired acknowledgment that he can't and won't ever be able to explain a single damn thing to them about what they just held. He almost - he felt like maybe he almost broke them.
Figures. Figures he would, huh. He'd grimace, but that would mean relinquishing his smile. He doesn't. He stuffs his hands back into his pockets.]
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Figures. Figures he would, huh. He'd grimace, but that would mean relinquishing his smile. He doesn't. He stuffs his hands back into his pockets.]
Don't mention it, kid.
[Pause. Then:]
You watch yourself, okay? You and Frisk both.