Confusion is at least a distraction from pain, and Sans looks confused, lost. This conversation has taken a turn he most certainly did not expect. The two of them are making plans, talking about things that should be impossible, but talking with such confidence that Sans catches himself hoping before he ruthlessly quashes that spark back down.
"Can't wait it out." Talking is getting harder, his jaw audibly grinding with the effort of forcing out speech. But this isn't something that will go away, not without help. Especially since another problem arises the longer they even try to wait. "I'll start forgetting."
They need to know this. Not least because, in a little while, they'll both have other people to worry about, and he'll be the thing making them worry.
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Date: 2016-04-20 12:30 am (UTC)"Can't wait it out." Talking is getting harder, his jaw audibly grinding with the effort of forcing out speech. But this isn't something that will go away, not without help. Especially since another problem arises the longer they even try to wait. "I'll start forgetting."
They need to know this. Not least because, in a little while, they'll both have other people to worry about, and he'll be the thing making them worry.