He'd seen this before. The red feathers, the power. Last time, it hadn't been... so violent. But Snow White knew this was some heightened form of Kuja. This was... apparently its true purpose.

It was time to go.

"Go! Go!" Once Frisk was on his way up, Snow grabbed Ashe by the waist and hoisted up up the ladder. He wasn't sure where the instinct came from. It wasn't usually his way to put someone else first.