"I wanted LOVE," says Frisk simply. There's no good or noble answer there. There's no good reason for what they've done. They haven't done any good ACTs with their life in the last few months, and there's no way to justify what it is they've done.

"I was tired of feeling. And I wanted it to stop."

So what do you do?

You move for the easiest enemy. The humble servant.

You attack the people who least expect it.