There it is again, that almost-address. It brings him up short, gives him pause, stops everything; forces his features still and blank.
"...YOU KEEP DOING THAT."
He wishes Sans wouldn't. It's unnecessarily sentimental, and likely inaccurate to boot. He manages to meet Sans' gaze for a long, quiet moment, before Gaster looks away. Doing this would feel like less of a betrayal, incur less guilt, if there weren't any trust to break.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT, SANS. TAKEN YOUR HUMAN SOUL," he sighs, drawing himself up, though he doesn't make any other move yet, "AND LEFT UNTIL THIS TOOK CARE OF ITSELF."
'This' turns out to be the state of his SOUL; revealed for a fraction of a moment, far dimmer than it ever was in the music room, and strained that the once-fine lines stretching across stand out starkly in jagged gouges against the inverted heart.
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Date: 2016-10-18 01:05 am (UTC)"...YOU KEEP DOING THAT."
He wishes Sans wouldn't. It's unnecessarily sentimental, and likely inaccurate to boot. He manages to meet Sans' gaze for a long, quiet moment, before Gaster looks away. Doing this would feel like less of a betrayal, incur less guilt, if there weren't any trust to break.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT, SANS. TAKEN YOUR HUMAN SOUL," he sighs, drawing himself up, though he doesn't make any other move yet, "AND LEFT UNTIL THIS TOOK CARE OF ITSELF."
'This' turns out to be the state of his SOUL; revealed for a fraction of a moment, far dimmer than it ever was in the music room, and strained that the once-fine lines stretching across stand out starkly in jagged gouges against the inverted heart.