video; un: deathweaver

[respired]

[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]

I feel unwell.

[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.

He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]

The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.

[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]

If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.

[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]

Or a solution.

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[respired]

[ He doesn't like seeing Papyrus this way. It feels unnatural. ]

I will not let you fall down, Papyrus.

[boneafide]

What if it starts by HP? What if ... I have plenty! I can last longer! Sans...

Sans only has one...

[respired]

[ Well ... he doesn't know from hit points, but. ]

Your brother is much stronger than he seems.

[ After a beat. ]

As are you.

[boneafide]

[ Completely ignoring the comments about himself right now, which is wow. First time for everything. He's too worried. ]

He has a lot of attack power, but he has very low health.

Koltira, I don't know what to do...

[ Can a skeleton hyperventilate? ]

[respired]

I don't know that this is an issue of stamina. Neither do you.

[ He lifts a hand. ]

Be calm.

[boneafide]

[ He tries to calm down. It kind of works. ]

O-okay...

[respired]

We have time yet. Let us save the panic until the last moment.

[boneafide]

...

[respired]

I know you are afraid. But this is not our last stand. Not mine, not yours, and not your brother's.

You must try to believe in that.

[boneafide]

... W-Who said anything about being afraid! To even suggest that I- the Great Papyrus- would be afraid of something as trivial as the potential crushing reality of being reduced to nothing but dust! R-really, Koltira!

[ Which is his way of saying he believes Koltira. ]