There is a pause, like a missed heartbeat. Time stops; the world becomes like a painting before Frisk's eyes, over which a deep black spills from the corners.

Judgement manifests on their retinas, a faint pink blurriness and a slight sting. She is pain, pain, hatred, but something in her remembers to be gentle, that gentle agony is possible, that Frisk tried to teach her forgiveness.

She grasps at something that she can barely understand.

please, Frisk, she whispers, every word like a knife sliding tenderly into an open wound. please, please, go. when i am dead there'll be none of this. and i know you can do it. i know you're strong enough. i know you can kill me, and survive.

A sharp pain, and the world slips, and Judgement's body beneath them lurches forward, a half-second closer to impact.