Only then do they extend a hand. Just one, palm up. No pawing and grabbing, no uncontrolled jerking about and seizing, fingernails digging into skin and ripping, tearing away. Control it. Mitigate it.

Make it work for you. It will burn and bleed and sting either way. At least this way, this way, you use it to your advantage.

"It's like the water froze in mid-air," Chara says softly. "There are bubbles frozen in the water, like soda."

You remember soda, don't you, Frisk? Sickly yellow liquid. If only they could remember which one of them disliked it.