[Frisk grips their hair tightly and curls into a small ball, wheezing as they try to find the right words. What are they supposed to say, what choice of dialogue will fix this? They don't know, they don't know and they're helpless, can't do anything right, never could, never could.]
[They just keep breaking everything.]
[It's a few long moments before their voice obeys again, quiet and almost barely understandable.]
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[Frisk grips their hair tightly and curls into a small ball, wheezing as they try to find the right words. What are they supposed to say, what choice of dialogue will fix this? They don't know, they don't know and they're helpless, can't do anything right, never could, never could.]
[They just keep breaking everything.]
[It's a few long moments before their voice obeys again, quiet and almost barely understandable.]
I...I'm sorry...
[What do you want them to do?]