[He has to strain to hear them. It's overpowering, no doubt. They're straining to make themself heard beyond the roar of what they're looking at. He wants to kill me. They've had no practice with this sort of thing - no practice, learning to sort what makes you scream into something that just makes you flinch and shiver, packing it away into that which you can compartmentalize and ignore.]
[On a good day.]
[Muffet is looping back. That'll mean the thing is finally dead, or sufficiently out of their way. Too bad the effect of its gas remains.]
Just breathe, okay?
[Just breathe.]
[He can't do much at all. He can't do much but pull them close, try to blot out whatever they're seeing with his own bulk, hope it won't hurt, hope that won't ache with every impulse that's been firing off as it stirred awake. Forgive him for this.]
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[He has to strain to hear them. It's overpowering, no doubt. They're straining to make themself heard beyond the roar of what they're looking at. He wants to kill me. They've had no practice with this sort of thing - no practice, learning to sort what makes you scream into something that just makes you flinch and shiver, packing it away into that which you can compartmentalize and ignore.]
[On a good day.]
[Muffet is looping back. That'll mean the thing is finally dead, or sufficiently out of their way. Too bad the effect of its gas remains.]
Just breathe, okay?
[Just breathe.]
[He can't do much at all. He can't do much but pull them close, try to blot out whatever they're seeing with his own bulk, hope it won't hurt, hope that won't ache with every impulse that's been firing off as it stirred awake. Forgive him for this.]
[Forgive him for this.]