"It's...I'm okay. Just, I just need to sleep. Right? I don't need to really, a lot, but now I think is my best...the best plan, 'cause I didn't fight, so it's okay," they ramble (well, it's rambling for Frisk), trying to shuffle their thoughts.
They can't blame him for thinking like that. After all, they had. That's why they're so messed up in the first place. They were vague that he might've been able to think of anyone from the Underground, and they don't realize he knows his brother's there yet anyway.
They consider carefully prodding him for more information so they can prepare him, or something like that, but once again their exhaustion screws up their words. "Is, is, was your name always just Sans the skeleton?" they ask bluntly.
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they inch closer and closer to christmas each year i s2g.
Date: 2015-12-20 07:27 am (UTC)They can't blame him for thinking like that. After all, they had. That's why they're so messed up in the first place. They were vague that he might've been able to think of anyone from the Underground, and they don't realize he knows his brother's there yet anyway.
They consider carefully prodding him for more information so they can prepare him, or something like that, but once again their exhaustion screws up their words. "Is, is, was your name always just Sans the skeleton?" they ask bluntly.