[They struggle free with a flail of limbs, and he lets them. Thinks briefly of Chip, battering at him with tiny fists and scabbed knees, screaming for him to let them go before their brain caught up with their body and they lapsed into panicked sobs instead.]
[He sits back, maintaining distance.]
[They've earned that.]
Frisk. I just need to know if you're hurt. If you need someone to...if you're bleeding, anything like that.
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[He sits back, maintaining distance.]
[They've earned that.]
Frisk. I just need to know if you're hurt. If you need someone to...if you're bleeding, anything like that.