mirror, Judgement repeats, and her senses turn through Frisk's senses. image, reflection, light. will you speak to me?
Her voice echoes through the void as she slowly rises, swimming lazily forward. Only the gentle flow of air on Frisk's skin betrays that she is moving—and the sheen of pink light on her skin fading as the cell grows further and further away.
a dog? she asks, and then she sees.
The fragment stirs in Frisk's chest, and there is a vibration like a tremor of fear. made you to fight—did not make you—from your heart and my heart sourced you, alive and ready! she has spoken to Frisk and you are her word.
She shudders, and bucks, and her four great fins shoot out into the void like harpoons, anchoring themselves in infinity and bringing her to a halt. There is nothing in sight.
Frisk—Frisk—what do they say? to fight? only that? my fate, ANUBIS, she who is the truth—gives only that?
no subject
Her voice echoes through the void as she slowly rises, swimming lazily forward. Only the gentle flow of air on Frisk's skin betrays that she is moving—and the sheen of pink light on her skin fading as the cell grows further and further away.
a dog? she asks, and then she sees.
The fragment stirs in Frisk's chest, and there is a vibration like a tremor of fear. made you to fight—did not make you—from your heart and my heart sourced you, alive and ready! she has spoken to Frisk and you are her word.
She shudders, and bucks, and her four great fins shoot out into the void like harpoons, anchoring themselves in infinity and bringing her to a halt. There is nothing in sight.
Frisk—Frisk—what do they say? to fight? only that? my fate, ANUBIS, she who is the truth—gives only that?