[He cuts off, sucking in a breath as something hot cuts across his side. The black of the armor ripped like cloth. One of Chara's wild swings finding a low mark over his hip. For a stride, he stumbles, but holds onto them. Onto Frisk despite their struggle.]
[He'd promised. He'd promised them both--]
I'll come back for them! [It's all he can think to say, in the heat of the moment. But it's as good a promise as he can make, trying desperately to keep Frisk out of harm's way. Shield them with his own frame. He can take it. They might not be able to.]
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[He cuts off, sucking in a breath as something hot cuts across his side. The black of the armor ripped like cloth. One of Chara's wild swings finding a low mark over his hip. For a stride, he stumbles, but holds onto them. Onto Frisk despite their struggle.]
[He'd promised. He'd promised them both--]
I'll come back for them! [It's all he can think to say, in the heat of the moment. But it's as good a promise as he can make, trying desperately to keep Frisk out of harm's way. Shield them with his own frame. He can take it. They might not be able to.]