[Rail watches the refugee burn, making no attempt to make their death any more quick and painless. While he mouth is tugged into smile by the stitches at the edges of her lips, there's a dark look to her eyes.
Toriel's voice snaps her out of it, and the offer gets a small head tilt.]
What, why? Don't bother, I can't feel it. And I'm not gonna drop dead from something like this.
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Toriel's voice snaps her out of it, and the offer gets a small head tilt.]
What, why? Don't bother, I can't feel it. And I'm not gonna drop dead from something like this.