[When Frisk sees Azra's expression, they know that they have, indeed, done fucked up.

They figured something happened on this world to make them so hostile to "Invaders," and with a sinking feeling they realize that it might have been duly earned on their part.

Once again, they activate Slow Motion and keep dodging Azra's strikes, but all of them are far too close to comfort even with Prescience helping them. From Azra's perspective, it seems like Frisk is casually flashstepping out of the way, but the effort they expend is far from casual.

In a brief pause between strikes, Frisk slides backwards, staring down Azra with a remorseful expression on their face. Whatever the case, Azra clearly has their attention now.] Crap, sorry, I-

...

There's nothing I can do to get across to you that I'm actually sorry at this point, is there?

I don't know what these other Invaders did to this place, or you for that matter, but I swear to you I'm just here to make sure whatever your queen is planning won't hurt any of the people I care about. The moment I'm assured of that, I'll leave here and never come back.

I'm not going to hurt you. I don't think trust is going to get me anywhere at this point, but I just want to talk.