[Up they go. Both of them. The cut across his hip burns, more and more with each step. With his arms locked around Frisk like they're some kind of national treasure. This is his duty. This is his promise. If he gets them out, he can go back for Chara... and... figure this out.]
[Right?]
[There's something salvageable here. There has to be.]
no subject
[Right?]
[There's something salvageable here. There has to be.]
Almost there, Frisk. Little further...