Sometimes it's better not to know. [He turns his gaze to look at Frisk, wondering once more what divine purpose or mathematical reason deemed fit to inflict such a weight on a child—or if perhaps it's a product of sheer chaos and chance, if destiny is indeed the sum of choice and there is no grander plan. Rip has had years to learn to compartmentalize what he must do and what he has done, and years of training before that.

Frisk---Frisk looks no older than Jonas does in the room across from them, where he's subjected to Savage's wrath over and over.]

You can lose yourself in such recriminations. Wondering if you did the right thing, how many people were hurt, how many you might have saved. What would have happened if you only did one thing differently.

All any of us can do is try and make wise choices when we can. To see the sum whole of the situation, and do what is best, somehow.