Garland explodes, leaving nothing but black smoke, thick and oily, that dissipates on the wind, though he steps out of the cloud elsewhere, whole and unharmed. And yet... something's different. He seems diminished, somehow, less menacing, even if physically he's unharmed. "He desires death. Would it not be kinder to allow him such a mercy, given that, in his own words, he does not deserve life? The temptation of power offered is too great. He will succumb. It is... inevitable."

Frisk feels something... odd. A bolstering presence, in a strange way, something building up momentum behind them, like the sense of someone cheering them on.

Garland retaliates by throwing out a [Flare] before brutally slamming a Frisk into the deck, and yet it feels... weaker, than it was before. Hm. "You are wrong, there. Here, memories have power, and thoughts have weight. It's true, I cannot kill him... but I can eliminate him as a threat, and thus lend protection to what is left of Terra's legacy."