"I guess." That's what everyone says. One of their hands goes to their forearm, and then drifts back down again. Can't pick at those pieces of themself while company's around. That's...hah. That's rude.

"Not as much as everyone thinks, I guess." They look away. To the side. Can't look at Napstablook directly as they admit to the thing that will probably plunge them back into whatever they were when the little ghost first arrived.

"I tried to kill Chara. Then Sans."