Despite everything, they're still them. For better or for worse. Despite every choice they have made and every promise they have broken and every line they have crossed - despite every death and every EXP and every rewritten nightmare.

It's still both of you.

"I guess, um," says Frisk, an uncertain lift to the words and an awkward shuffle to their feet, bereft of all but the necessity that they say precisely what they mean, "there's worse things."