i can see says Judgement, after a while. my hole my opening and light it says, the ends of its sentences no longer bursting with guttural force.
The heart cautiously shines. The pulse is still ragged, the song of the cell soft, dissonant, unending.
not locked and not watched but stones? struck with chisel not melted: old. too large. shadows move within
Judgement's focus shifts. Frisk—broken Frisk—broken skin and something radiates from the cell, a heat in their veins, a pit in their stomach as if it had opened up and become the outlet of an internal spring. Their blood warms with strange life. It is not healing—it is only energy, only strength, revitalising and sustaining. It makes the wounds bleed faster and more freely, bright blood spilling out as if there is too much of it inside them.
shadows moving, i see light beyond Judgement tries to say. far from where i used to be but the sun whole and the wellspring open. i'll show you now?
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The heart cautiously shines. The pulse is still ragged, the song of the cell soft, dissonant, unending.
not locked and not watched but stones? struck with chisel not melted: old. too large. shadows move within
Judgement's focus shifts. Frisk—broken Frisk—broken skin and something radiates from the cell, a heat in their veins, a pit in their stomach as if it had opened up and become the outlet of an internal spring. Their blood warms with strange life. It is not healing—it is only energy, only strength, revitalising and sustaining. It makes the wounds bleed faster and more freely, bright blood spilling out as if there is too much of it inside them.
shadows moving, i see light beyond Judgement tries to say. far from where i used to be but the sun whole and the wellspring open. i'll show you now?