A quiet little laugh. "That's not something you have to thank me for." How could it be? It's never been hard or an obligation, finding out who Frisk is. Someone as endearing as them, as charming and lost and conflicted and contradictory and fascinating and wonderful as Frisk... getting to know them has never been a burden.

"It's just one more way the world has done you an injustice. It should have happened much, much sooner. Everyone should have been aware just how special this human was." There's no other word for them. Special. Not just because they were SOUL number seven, not just because of their relation to the barrier or their unblemished EXP, not just because they'll play along with cooking lessons or indulge someone who really, really wanted to solve problems through Roleplay, Obviously, but because they're Frisk.

"I know, without a doubt, we have all loved the person we finally got to know. I can only hope... you, too, fall a little bit in love with the person you discover you are."

Is that pretentious? It's probably pretentious. They're a pretty pretentious person, after all. Cringy every time they open their edgelord little mouth. But it's... it's still an earnest sentiment. There's been enough blame. There's been enough self-loathing. Their partner has spent so, so long being told who Frisk is supposed to be, without being allowed any say in the matter at all.