[Ugh. It's one thing needing to ignore his Real to do his duty for the Queen, but it's another thing entirely to end up teamed with one of the mirrors that has actively done his darling harm. Getting out what, exactly, happened between Mirror Frisk and Mettaton all those months ago had been like slowly unscrewing rusted bolts and he had raged for an hour afterwards. There had been another emotion as well, something unidentifiable in the small way it had lodged itself into his soul.

It didn't matter in the end, of course. His real had convinced him not to immediately seek recompense for their crimes against him, so the mirror had settled for a sort of sullen silence whenever he saw the child. Well, except for the times he brags about talking to his Real but really, who can blame him for that?

He will admit, however grudgingly, that having Mirror Frisk's abilities on his side to help catch the traitors is advantageous if they get into a fight and therefore traveling through the caves with them is not ideal but it is a safe bet. He thinks.

He raises an eyebrow at Frisk's question, just stopping himself from rolling his eyes.]

Do I look like a flashlight to you? Anything I could do to light things up would be through an attack and there's no point in wasting energy on that when we haven't found our targets yet.

[The tunnels are long and deep however and Mirrorton purses his lips irritably.]

Why didn't you bring anything yourself?