[No more slaps. Their hand closes around Frisk's, around the hilt of the knife. Is this body strong enough, they wonder briefly. To wrench the blade away from Frisk and turn it on them? To pull, to drive the point into themselves regardless of what Frisk says?

Their grip is too tight, but they neither push nor pull.]

What's the point, Frisk?

Toriel and Asgore have been ruined beyond mending. Asriel hates me. I couldn't be good if I tried. No matter how many second chances I'm handed.

What would change? It'd just be another RESET.