She tenses on the spot. Such...confidence, the Mother has. She shouldn't be surprised- this is a Faerie who was confident enough to lock another one up for experimentation, certainly that alone said something didn't it?
Yet it's so chilling to simply hear it that way...
Worse still, when she thinks about how the Mother would be doing it through Sans. The entire time, in fact.
(And what can they do about that aspect? Nothing. As the 'Mother' said, there are other vessels, and they aren't limited by those visors. Instead they get to find their own ways to work around it)
Carly's eyes move over the singed bone- and with a swallow, she lights her hand with her golden, healing flame.
"...If you're going to stand here, like this, I want to do something then. ...For Sans- not you," she adds, narrowing her eyes. After a split second pause, she mutters to Tyki- lest he assume anything of her words and actions.
"...it's healing flame. ...I... ...What she did to my eyes," Carly explains bitterly, not looking to Sans as she speaks, "Is... ...I can't judge distance as safely as I thought..."
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Yet it's so chilling to simply hear it that way...
Worse still, when she thinks about how the Mother would be doing it through Sans. The entire time, in fact.
(And what can they do about that aspect? Nothing. As the 'Mother' said, there are other vessels, and they aren't limited by those visors. Instead they get to find their own ways to work around it)
Carly's eyes move over the singed bone- and with a swallow, she lights her hand with her golden, healing flame.
"...If you're going to stand here, like this, I want to do something then. ...For Sans- not you," she adds, narrowing her eyes. After a split second pause, she mutters to Tyki- lest he assume anything of her words and actions.
"...it's healing flame. ...I... ...What she did to my eyes," Carly explains bitterly, not looking to Sans as she speaks, "Is... ...I can't judge distance as safely as I thought..."