[And they sound so sure of themself. Sure that there's better Frisks out there, just as there must be better Sans-es. Imagine that. That'd just really make his day.

He looks at 'em long and hard. Trying, failing to keep the stern frustration from his tone.]

Real generous of you. Makin' it their problem to deal with. Like that'd be makin' it easy. But hey, guess sharing is caring, right?

[Too scathing. Too accusatory. Yeah, go ahead, guilt them into feelin' even worse for a purely hypothetical situation. Hypothetical, sure, but it plays into something real disconcerting he's picked up on, regarding the way the kid thinks. And - god. If he could figure out how to talk to them without just hammering home every scrap of bullshit he blazed into their brain early on - ]

Look. Point is, it ain't happening. [Wasn't gonna happen before, and sure as hell ain't about to now.] You're stuck with us, kiddo.