living skyward

"📬︎📬︎📬︎✋︎ ✌︎💣︎📬︎ 👌︎✞❄︎ ✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ 💧︎✞☼︎☜︎📬︎📬︎📬︎" He pauses, deliberating. "✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 🚩☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✡︎ 👍︎✞☼︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ ☹︎✌︎💧︎❄︎📬︎"

It's subdued in tone. Apologetic, in a way. All that, and what?

"✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 👍︎☹︎☜︎✌︎☼︎☹︎✡︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎⌖," Gaster reaffirms, expression tight. He might be thinking of worst case scenarios, but they aren't so far-fetched as to be discarded. "📬︎📬︎📬︎✋︎ ⌖⚐︎✞☹︎👎︎ ☼︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✡︎⚐︎✞ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎ 🚩☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ ⌖☟︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

"❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☞︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎📬︎ 🚩☹︎☜︎✌︎💧︎☜︎📬︎

"☹︎☜︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎ ⌖✋︎☹︎☹︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 💣︎✡︎ 👌︎☜︎💧︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 😐︎☜︎☜︎🚩 ⚐︎✞❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⌖✌︎✡︎📬︎"

His countenance gains a wry quality to it as he moves his left hand from its position. Though the gouges are less prominent now, the SOUL is still dim. Gaster is staunchly avoiding thinking of what happens if it darkens entirely, as he echoes himself from earlier:

"⌖✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎ ☹︎✞👍︎😐︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ⌖✋︎☹︎☹︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ 👍︎✌︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎📬︎"