It's surprising. To the point that he sort of blinks at them. He thought for sure they must hate him by now. They should. But he can't say it, because it's not an objective truth. Not for them.

"you're right. i'm not."

He's not, as he is now. Maybe he never will be. A guy like him should never be trusted around kids. Hadn't Toriel said exactly that? Frisk needs people they can trust. People they can be imperfect around without fear.

He nods slowly, a faint, rueful smile on his face.

"yeah. i understand. i think...maybe you shouldn't forget, anyway."

It's over. But it's not the end. It's just time for a different story.

"then...i guess...i guess i'll see you around. yeah? i'm right down the hall if you ever do need me. okay?"

Someday. Someday, maybe.

Just not now.