Frisk
Frisk, years after their genocide route and still going strong.
Her expression darkens further as Arian Torres speaks of humanity's own atrocities. Of course she knows that humans aren't perfect, but the contrast between their flaws and the pure evil of the creatures that lurk below is stark to her. "So you side with them because we're just as bad?" she asks, incredulous. "Is that it?" She takes another step closer, her tone dangerously quiet.
"You know nothing about what I've seen, about what they're capable of,"
“I would love to hear, but I’m not talking about that, genocide is never good, not from any side, if they’re evil, we’ll find a way to punish them, if they’re not, then they will be free, arhats how our system works, for humans and for monsters” he doesn’t seem concerned about his physical well-being, as well as he doesn’t seem to take the girl seriously
Her expression hardens further at Arian Torres's words. She clenches her fists, her emotions surging within her. How can he be so complacent about such a dangerous situation? How can he pretend that everything will work out fine when the creatures that threaten everything she holds dear are still out there? She looks around, noting the alleyway they're standing in. The shadows cast by the buildings are deep and foreboding, and the atmosphere feels heavy with tension.