Her kind words, her gentle kiss, that's enough to soothe the soul, even without the magic a monster's soul is made of. S-4 starts at least to remember himself, to sense the world outside of his stuttering soul and his trembling bones. He can feel Sans-Serif in his arms properly now, and hear what he's trying to say.
Sans isn't okay yet. That's almost enough to make him panic again, but at least he's here. Tauriel is here too, and she's trying to help. If S-4 works with her, then he won't have failed him. He can't fail at all. There has to be a way to get him back. If he just... calms down...
But that's easier thought than even said, as his hands scramble along Sans-Serif's back, helplessly clinging to the fragments of magic his brother can offer. He needs to stop being upset, but the tears just keep flowing.
"Can't... I can't breathe..." he finally gasps out in between sobs.
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Sans isn't okay yet. That's almost enough to make him panic again, but at least he's here. Tauriel is here too, and she's trying to help. If S-4 works with her, then he won't have failed him. He can't fail at all. There has to be a way to get him back. If he just... calms down...
But that's easier thought than even said, as his hands scramble along Sans-Serif's back, helplessly clinging to the fragments of magic his brother can offer. He needs to stop being upset, but the tears just keep flowing.
"Can't... I can't breathe..." he finally gasps out in between sobs.