[Frisk jerks back at the abrupt nature of the shift, that splitting blackness horribly reminiscent of the cruel, floral abomination that glared at them and taunted them and mocked them for their pain and their pity.]
They're - they're not. They were never gone! They were with me, the whole time!
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They're - they're not. They were never gone! They were with me, the whole time!