The trio stop a bit in the area, taking in the beauty and serenity.
“What sort of flower is this?” Frisk asks kneeling down to caress its petals. “that is an Echoflower, sweetheart,” replied Sans as he leans over to point at the plant. “it repeats whatever is said to them last. most whisper their wishes to them.” “Wishes, huh.” murmurs Frisk.
None of them admitted out loud but they all wished for the same thing. To get out alive together.
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