"BY MY ESTIMATION IT WOULD NOT HURT THAT MUCH, ACTUALLY. IN FACT, YOU WOULD FEEL NOTHING AT ALL," he remarks, raising a hand to array out a volley of fractured and splintered bone attacks in fractal arrangement. His tone switches briefly to chiding, even as his own grin splits wider: "A HUMAN SOUL, SANS. SURELY YOU ARE NOT SO DENSE."
The bullets are loosed. Regardless of whether any of them hit true or not, a sweep backwards of the same hand readies another set behind him as the darkness at his feet twists and curls.
He has to comment, as if in afterthought, "AND SNAP THE HELL OUT OF... WHAT, EXACTLY?
"WHY DO YOU BELIEVE.THERE IS ANYTHING TO SNAP OUT OF.HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT HOW I AM, THAT IT IS NOT WHO I AM?I HAVE ALREADY ADMITTED SELFISHNESS. I DO NOT DENY A SENSE OF SELF-PRESERVATION.SURELY IT IS NOT SO MUCH OF A STRETCH TO BELIEVE I WOULD DO THIS OF MY OWN VOLITION?"
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The bullets are loosed. Regardless of whether any of them hit true or not, a sweep backwards of the same hand readies another set behind him as the darkness at his feet twists and curls.
He has to comment, as if in afterthought, "AND SNAP THE HELL OUT OF... WHAT, EXACTLY?
"WHY DO YOU BELIEVE. THERE IS ANYTHING TO SNAP OUT OF. HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT HOW I AM, THAT IT IS NOT WHO I AM? I HAVE ALREADY ADMITTED SELFISHNESS. I DO NOT DENY A SENSE OF SELF-PRESERVATION. SURELY IT IS NOT SO MUCH OF A STRETCH TO BELIEVE I WOULD DO THIS OF MY OWN VOLITION?"