[They smile, because it was their fault, but it's very considerate of Toriel to say otherwise.]

You don't have to apologize. You were nice to them. You said you'd protect them from other monsters. You gave them Asriel's room. You gave them pie. However, we... discovered some things.

I cannot even remember what struck us down first. A Froggit? Napstablook? A Migosp...? I told them, when asked. Migosp is with a bad crowd. Whimsun is too timid to mean any harm. Don't pick on Loox. If you look cuter, monsters won't hit you as hard. But... you know, I'm sure. Humans and monsters do not always understand each other. The effect magic can have on humans. How fragile a monster who does not truly mean harm can be.

We died.

...And we woke up. Like it had never happened. Like we had just rewound a movie. With this power... we did not truly survive the Ruins, but we did make it Home alive.

[An impassive retelling. Stating facts. Distant, objective, trying not to feel.]

You would not let us leave. You would not let us go to New Home, or... wherever Frisk meant to go. When we did not do as you asked... you hurt us.