...I was empty inside. I couldn't feel anything. Nothing, except... whenever we got hit. I felt that.

[No different from Flowey. They remembered loving, being loved, remembered love was supposed to be something good, but... it was only memory, right? Not a substitute for instinctive, raw compassion, not by a long shot.]

Nobody else could hear me. Nobody else could see I was there. I was... I think I was just a whisper in their head? I wasn't sure I really even existed at all. Or... or that Frisk existed, sometimes. At first, I was... very confused. I didn't know how I got there. Why I was there. Who they were. Even they didn't know who they were. I didn't understand why you were all the way in the Ruins, or why you were alone.