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[John honestly isn't sure what to do here. Frisk can't carry Lutha, which is what John would do. Lutha won't accept medication and Frisk can't exactly force it on the man.]

Frisk, I know this is gonna be awful, but you might need to wait this out. This kind of pain can't last. Or at least it can't last at the level it is forever. It'll come in waves. You need to wait for him to come down from where he is, and then get yourselves as far as you can before the next wave hits. Do you think you can do that?

[despiteeverything]

Okay. I... [They swallow.] Okay. I can do it.

[They trust him. And really now that they have a direction to go in that helps some.]

I'll... I'll call back in a bit.

And then twenty minutes or so later....

[despiteeverything]

[... Watson will get the promised call. Frisk's voice is much less urgent than before. Still worried, but more worn out than anything.]

We're inside and. We're okay. It's um. It got better 'n it hasn't gotten worse again.

[Yet, at least.]

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Did it just stop all of the sudden like it came on? [This is sounding a little more like what happened with their eyes...] Frisk, have his eyes changed?

[despiteeverything]

No. I think it sorta faded away. Like it was slowly getting better.

[They hesitate.]

His eyes're still glowing. Since that night.

[Their voice is quieter now, and there's a bit of an edge. They don't like what he's implicating.]

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[Okay. So no active changes.]

Your eyes haven't changed at all, have they? Or are they still changed from the last time?