She spared another glance behind her, thinking of Aster and Papyrus almost like parents watching their children play from afar. The thought made her laugh lightly, she was far from being a child and she suspected this Sans of the same. It still amused her, but she was torn from those thoughts at the smaller skeleton's sudden serious attitude.<br/><br/>Frisk slowed her walk along with him, hand still in his, squeezing the bones beneath the blue fabric trying to automatically reassure him. Biting her lip she realised he had a small point. Even if this world seemed a lot nicer they still had rules in place regarding the capturing of humans, just like before (only less violent, it would seem).<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>What if I don't want to fight?</strong></span>" Frisk asked him, voice just as quiet as his. She truly wouldn't fight him if it came to it, he was too sweet. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>What then?</strong></span>"