“I’m not as young as I look.” That’s... not something they would ordinarily say, to be certain. It is not something they think they entirely believe, at times, when they feel slow and stupid compared to the adults. Is being older really no different than feeling tired all the time? That’s the only thing they can say has defined the separation between who they were and who they are.

They’re just...tired.

Who knows how many days and months and years they’ve lived, between Wonderland and their ability to generate temporal anomalies wherever they go?

Frisk shakes their head. Their mouth has quirked up at one corner into a sad little smile.

“It’s okay. I already picked my consequences. Running won’t change that.”