Their flesh is… falling from his hands. It’s all crumbling no matter where he touches, and he can’t seem to save it. Was he too late? Was his power honestly doing more harm than good? He’s healed his brother before, he knows he has. He can do this, so why is he failing now? Why can’t he do anything right?
Frisk is looking at him, desperate and scared, and he flinches away from their expression, stammering. “I don’t know! That isn’t normal, dust is… is bad!”
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Date: 2016-10-26 03:49 am (UTC)Frisk is looking at him, desperate and scared, and he flinches away from their expression, stammering. “I don’t know! That isn’t normal, dust is… is bad!”