[Maybe, they guess. Maybe Sans isn't lazy all the time, and Mettaton isn't selfish all the time. But they are always something. They're not just big balls of nothing, everything good or interesting scraped clean and leaving nothing but a pitted black hole.

Maybe that's too morbid a thought to have? They're not sure what their objective reasoning there is worth. They think they might have contested a lot of what they're saying, stuff about there being a "bad half" of the anomaly. They're not sure there is one. They're pretty sure the anomaly is just one big lump.

They do know one thing, they're sure. The Mirror is wrong.]

No, it's not.

[Spoken without the barest tremor of inflection. It's a flat admission.]

There are lots of Frisks out there. All different. Some younger. Some smaller. Some monsters.

But they're all determined.

[And they're...not.

That hardly makes them a Frisk at all.]