[He's not sorry. They don't believe him. He's not sorry -̙͉-̺̻̠͖͝]
[Their Partner is gone, carried off; cleaved off from them like a limb, like an entire other half, and all it serves is to give Frisk someone else to swing at that -- that -- they can't, because --]
[They jerk away from him with a wordless whimper that pinches off in their throat. It's Tim, some part of them supplies, and it calms a part of them that wants to keep swinging -- instead they push violently away from him, not realizing he's already let them go, and grab their wrist, bringing it close to their chest.]
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[Their Partner is gone, carried off; cleaved off from them like a limb, like an entire other half, and all it serves is to give Frisk someone else to swing at that -- that -- they can't, because --]
[They jerk away from him with a wordless whimper that pinches off in their throat. It's Tim, some part of them supplies, and it calms a part of them that wants to keep swinging -- instead they push violently away from him, not realizing he's already let them go, and grab their wrist, bringing it close to their chest.]
No.