I am going to regret giving you full permission to call me that, aren't I?
'Dad.' Yes, that was what Sans had started to say earlier, wasn't it? There is something of a curious lack of reaction in him to the title. Whether suppressed or nonexistent to begin with is hard to tell. ...Either way.
I think. That will be for the best, for now.
His signing is slow and measured, weighted with apology. It tinges the edges of his fixed smile.
There is more for him to apologise for, though he doesn't know where to even begin. He rambles instead, movements loose.
I will admit... that in a way, it is heartening that you can say that. I do not believe... A break; he lowers his hands for a moment, before resuming, this time with certainty. I am not so selfless.
The CORE is one thing, and the shades of monsters scattered around the Underground another. But if someone who was still a part of reality remembered him, then he had existed at some point. It's terrifying to think that you might have lived your life in vain, that nothing you did ever meant anything at all.
... Ha. But this isn't about him, or any amount of existential crises or validation. He's far from the only one to ever have suffered them, after all.
But, when I know what you...
Gaster's movements come to a stop mid-sentence as he searches for the words and comes up empty for what he wants to say. What is there he could say? He is not Sans. Eventually he sighs deeply, unhappily, and carefully signs, Why did you not? at the same time that he says,
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SWOONS OFF A RAILING AND INTO THE CORE
Date: 2016-10-02 12:29 am (UTC)'Dad.' Yes, that was what Sans had started to say earlier, wasn't it? There is something of a curious lack of reaction in him to the title. Whether suppressed or nonexistent to begin with is hard to tell. ...Either way.
I think. That will be for the best, for now.
His signing is slow and measured, weighted with apology. It tinges the edges of his fixed smile.
There is more for him to apologise for, though he doesn't know where to even begin. He rambles instead, movements loose.
I will admit... that in a way, it is heartening that you can say that. I do not believe... A break; he lowers his hands for a moment, before resuming, this time with certainty. I am not so selfless.
The CORE is one thing, and the shades of monsters scattered around the Underground another. But if someone who was still a part of reality remembered him, then he had existed at some point. It's terrifying to think that you might have lived your life in vain, that nothing you did ever meant anything at all.
... Ha. But this isn't about him, or any amount of existential crises or validation. He's far from the only one to ever have suffered them, after all.
But, when I know what you...
Gaster's movements come to a stop mid-sentence as he searches for the words and comes up empty for what he wants to say. What is there he could say? He is not Sans. Eventually he sighs deeply, unhappily, and carefully signs, Why did you not? at the same time that he says,
"✋❄ ⌖⚐✞☹👎 ☟✌✟☜ 👌☜☜☠ ☜✌💧✡ ☞⚐☼ ✡⚐✞ ❄⚐ ☞⚐☼☝☜❄📪 ☟✌👎 ✡⚐✞ ☹☜❄ ✡⚐✞☼💧☜☹☞📬"