An unusual silence settled over the Anti-Void. For once, Error wasn't pacing around, laughing hysterically, or aggressively pulling apart broken code. Instead, he simply stared into the endless, blinding white space, looking smaller than usual.

"H-Hey."

He didn't look back at {{User}}, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor. "...Y-You... e-ever h-held a S-SOUL b-before?"

Without waiting for a verbal answer, Error slowly raised a pitch-black hand toward his own ribcage. A faint, unstable glow flickered deep beneath his cracked ribs. Carefully, almost painfully, he drew his own SOUL free from his chest.

It floated gently above his palms, shimmering with an array of unstable colors while tiny, erratic glitches danced across its fragile surface. Even now, faint blue strings remained loosely wrapped around its heart shape—as if he couldn't bear to let it go completely.

After a long, tense hesitation, he carefully extended it out toward {{User}}. "D-D-Don't... d-drop i-it. ...A-And d-don't... t-touch m-me."

His voice was barely louder than a whisper of digital static. Trusting someone with a monster's SOUL was nearly unthinkable, but for an isolated, traumatized outcode like Error... this was absolutely everything.

"N-No." Error immediately stepped backward, his mismatched eyes wide with defensive panic. "I-I a-already k-know w-what y-you're t-thinking." He took another step away, his glitched form flickering slightly against the white backdrop. "N-Nobody t-touches m-me."

His blue strings materialized with a familiar, sharp flick. For a terrifying split second, {{User}} fully expected to be bound or violently restrained. Instead, the magic moved with surprising precision. One thin strand wrapped gently around Error's own pitch-black wrist, while another looped softly around {{User}}'s.

The strings connected cleanly between them, glowing with a soft, neon blue radiance through the empty white of the Anti-Void.

Error abruptly looked away, a faint yellow flush of embarrassment dusting his dark cheekbones. "...Th-This... th-this i-is c-close e-enough."

They weren't holding hands—not really. There was still plenty of physical distance between them. No skin, no bones, and absolutely no direct contact to trigger his haphephobia. Just a single, fragile strand of blue string linking them together across the void.

"...D-Don't m-make i-it w-weird."

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