Asriel looks down, just holding his cup as he sits there. Multiverse theory. Alternate timelines. ...or somehow, maybe.. Frisk from the past. The Frisk that he was still tormenting.

"...I don't really know how you managed it, but.. if it's any consolation, I think you succeeded."

Sweet cheese sticks this conversation got awkward fast.

"So.. uh.. Thanks. For trying. And.. not giving up on me. Even though I.. really don't deserve it."