"y-yeah. yeah, sleep helps. even better if it's at a hotel or an inn, which i guess this qualifies as." Sans casts a somewhat helpless look around the place. There have been extensive academic writings done on the nature of souls and why, specifically, sleeping at an inn is better for healing damage than sleeping in one's own bed. But he knows none of that will interest Frisk at all. Monster food would be best, of course, for both of them. But everything here is so physical.
His thoughts on the subject are derailed once more by what is, under the circumstances, a rather staggeringly direct question - though less so than it might have been even just a little while ago. "what." It's not a question, it's just a placeholder of a word while he tries to understand what's really being asked, but at last Sans is able to put two and two together and get something greater than three.
"y-yeah. I was always just sans, papyrus..." Here he hesitates for a moment. "...was always papyrus, gaster was always gaster. or, uh, 'wingdings gaster'. but i always just call him gaster." Sans is his brother, though. That's allowed.
He doesn't have to ask if Frisk has met Gaster, since Gaster told Sans that they had. Though whatever his brother got around to telling the human, this is still the first chance Frisk might have to confirm any of that. "i mean, i kind of inadvertently lied to you about some things about my past, but not about that." And that was more out of a sense of self-preservation, than anything, given that Sans has had to filter Gaster out of any conversation at all for years now.
"but the number of timelines in existence approaches infinity. so sometimes, we take strange paths to get to the same place."
Wait. Wait. Setting aside the technobabble for a second...
Sans presses his hands over his mouth as the apparently full reality of the situation dawns at last. His voice, when he speaks again, trembles audibly, despite his efforts to suppress it. "wait, s-so, uh...so what you're saying is...'S4' did this to you?"
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His thoughts on the subject are derailed once more by what is, under the circumstances, a rather staggeringly direct question - though less so than it might have been even just a little while ago. "what." It's not a question, it's just a placeholder of a word while he tries to understand what's really being asked, but at last Sans is able to put two and two together and get something greater than three.
"y-yeah. I was always just sans, papyrus..." Here he hesitates for a moment. "...was always papyrus, gaster was always gaster. or, uh, 'wingdings gaster'. but i always just call him gaster." Sans is his brother, though. That's allowed.
He doesn't have to ask if Frisk has met Gaster, since Gaster told Sans that they had. Though whatever his brother got around to telling the human, this is still the first chance Frisk might have to confirm any of that. "i mean, i kind of inadvertently lied to you about some things about my past, but not about that." And that was more out of a sense of self-preservation, than anything, given that Sans has had to filter Gaster out of any conversation at all for years now.
"but the number of timelines in existence approaches infinity. so sometimes, we take strange paths to get to the same place."
Wait. Wait. Setting aside the technobabble for a second...
Sans presses his hands over his mouth as the apparently full reality of the situation dawns at last. His voice, when he speaks again, trembles audibly, despite his efforts to suppress it. "wait, s-so, uh...so what you're saying is...'S4' did this to you?"