[They step back again, but there's a distance in their voice that hadn't been there before, like the negatory isn't exactly an answer to Tim's concern. Unclenching their bloodied fist, they extend it out in front of them, vaguely, staring at the space between them and Tim as though -- there might be something there. As though there might be something they can touch.]
[Their hand closes.]
[But nothing happened.]
[Frisk gives a sharp little intake of breath, and there's a burst of scattered light that brightens over their sweater, similar to a sparkplug spitting and dying. Finally they look to Tim again, and their gaze is steady; if blank.]
no subject
[They step back again, but there's a distance in their voice that hadn't been there before, like the negatory isn't exactly an answer to Tim's concern. Unclenching their bloodied fist, they extend it out in front of them, vaguely, staring at the space between them and Tim as though -- there might be something there. As though there might be something they can touch.]
[Their hand closes.]
[But nothing happened.]
[Frisk gives a sharp little intake of breath, and there's a burst of scattered light that brightens over their sweater, similar to a sparkplug spitting and dying. Finally they look to Tim again, and their gaze is steady; if blank.]
I need... I can LOAD. Just give me a minute.