His mind wracks through multiple situations of where he should be, what he should be doing, whose side he should be on, and mostly his family. He's shuddering visibly, his body irked at the way the scrambling thoughts eat away at the back of his mind. He doesn't have many fears or doubts within himself but in this situation with this thing in his head, the thought of being consumed, mostly by his Noah or any other fae again, by anything jerks his body into almost freezing up on the spot.

Yet something else distracts him far more than he wants to show. Sans' sudden blinding aura burns in his direction, revealing him of those strains thoughts but also hindering him at the same time. His Dark Matter flares up his arm to avoid taking the brunt of it and he visibly jerks away, dragging himself backwards with a push of his Power to Choose. It's a sudden rough movement to avoid further injury to his side. Unlike his other injuries, these ones don't heal so easily as his skin hisses with raw irritation. He stares in Sans' direction with a rough pant as he's swallowed up by that darkness once more. He pulls him away completely out of the range of his aura as blood drips towards the debris and floor beneath them.

The pain is almost unbearable but its not like he's felt the hateful kiss of something like this before. No, his attention should be on the Mother of Invention but right now he's feeling strangely helpless, useless, and frightfully pained as he watches others continue to fight.