Sans nods in weary confirmation of that confirmation. "'made'," he agrees. "more, uh, metaphorically, on my part, though. well...mostly metaphorically." He reaches back to pat Frisk on the hand, as sympathetically as he can manage. "you've gotta remember, kid, our plans didn't account for a human like you. i'm gonna go out on a limb and say the scientists that made s4 didn't think that humans could be like you. when we talked about the anomaly...it's almost like we were talking about a thing. a force, like a tidal wave or a thunderstorm. except one that could use determination."
Well...Sans had thought otherwise. Or at least suspected, on a level that was somehow ruthlessly pragmatic and doggedly optimistic at the same time. It was this suspicion that had first led him to try setting aside his powers, before the full-on apathy had set in. i always thought the anomaly was doing this 'cause they were unhappy, and when they got what they wanted, they would stop. and maybe all they needed was...i dunno. some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends. He'd been proven rather staggeringly wrong (you're the sort of person who won't ever be happy), but another Sans, it seemed, had been right on the money (nah, i'm rootin' for ya, kid).
He widens his eyes a little at Frisk's question, skeletons not having eyebrows to raise. "...you, uh, you don't just mean looking at clocks, do you?" This time, Sans isn't actively attempting to dodge the question - it's a curious subject, and a fascinating one, that he doesn't expect anyone to be interested in. But that also means he's never really had to explain it.
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Date: 2015-12-24 11:28 pm (UTC)Well...Sans had thought otherwise. Or at least suspected, on a level that was somehow ruthlessly pragmatic and doggedly optimistic at the same time. It was this suspicion that had first led him to try setting aside his powers, before the full-on apathy had set in. i always thought the anomaly was doing this 'cause they were unhappy, and when they got what they wanted, they would stop. and maybe all they needed was...i dunno. some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends. He'd been proven rather staggeringly wrong (you're the sort of person who won't ever be happy), but another Sans, it seemed, had been right on the money (nah, i'm rootin' for ya, kid).
He widens his eyes a little at Frisk's question, skeletons not having eyebrows to raise. "...you, uh, you don't just mean looking at clocks, do you?" This time, Sans isn't actively attempting to dodge the question - it's a curious subject, and a fascinating one, that he doesn't expect anyone to be interested in. But that also means he's never really had to explain it.