[Max wants very much to be alone. Embarrassment is creeping in now, coupled with her grief and exhaustion. But it dawns on her that Frisk is saying things that they don't tell just anyone. That maybe they haven't even expressed before.

So she turns to look at them, regarding them tiredly, trying to marshal her brain and thoughts into something coherent, to match the weight of their words. To be helpful. Kind.

Why should that be so hard?

She gulps down the dryness of her throat and tries to make her voice sound comforting.]

That's... that's everyone responsibility. [Powers or not.] It's so strange, but just because you can do something... [She shakes her head. Make sense dammit! They're listening.]

Like there are some people here that are really good at fighting. But that doesn't make it the right thing to do. Or like... like I had this teacher that... [She takes a deep breath.] That was so good at photography but he made it... into something terrible. It would've been better if he'd just... stopped doing it.

[Her eyes are starting to water again.]

And Chloe, she... she actually asked me to stop rewinding.

[Max finds she can't go on further. She looks at Frisk with a mixture of sadness and anticipation, hoping they understood her point.]