The part about regretting full permission, he means. As for the apologize he can see in Gaster's gestures... he shrugs. There's something vaguely disappointed in his own expression, but it was okay. Really. He didn't expect the Gaster in front of him to come from "his" version of events. It's not like he could blame him.
Sans wondered once if the rules of this place would stay the same for Gaster, but after vague conversations with the other Sans-es around here, he wasn't surprised anymore. Just surprised that it actually happened.
He shakes his head. He still doesn't look at Gaster, spare a glance when he sees those hands move out of the corner of his sockets. Another silence passes, this time longer than the other. No point in keeping something like this quiet. Not from the source of a lot of his secrets.
"Truth be told, doc, in my version of things... I barely remember you as is. But... it'd be hard to forget you, even if I wanted to. I don't, for the record. But..."
The words come out in slow bits and pieces. It was a little surreal, finally saying all this stuff outloud to somebody, even Gaster. His hand trails up to his chest, and his soul glows through.
"... I've been carrying around a piece of you around for a long time."
It's more like a sliver of a soul, barely visible in a scarred part of Sans' own soul. Kind of like a old splinter that never left.
"Happened in the accident. Hurt like a mother, by the way."
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Date: 2016-10-02 05:25 am (UTC)The part about regretting full permission, he means. As for the apologize he can see in Gaster's gestures... he shrugs. There's something vaguely disappointed in his own expression, but it was okay. Really. He didn't expect the Gaster in front of him to come from "his" version of events. It's not like he could blame him.
Sans wondered once if the rules of this place would stay the same for Gaster, but after vague conversations with the other Sans-es around here, he wasn't surprised anymore. Just surprised that it actually happened.
He shakes his head. He still doesn't look at Gaster, spare a glance when he sees those hands move out of the corner of his sockets. Another silence passes, this time longer than the other. No point in keeping something like this quiet. Not from the source of a lot of his secrets.
"Truth be told, doc, in my version of things... I barely remember you as is. But... it'd be hard to forget you, even if I wanted to. I don't, for the record. But..."
The words come out in slow bits and pieces. It was a little surreal, finally saying all this stuff outloud to somebody, even Gaster. His hand trails up to his chest, and his soul glows through.
"... I've been carrying around a piece of you around for a long time."
It's more like a sliver of a soul, barely visible in a scarred part of Sans' own soul. Kind of like a old splinter that never left.
"Happened in the accident. Hurt like a mother, by the way."