And it always seems as if you never really realize just how lucky you were, until they aren't there anymore. But--it's all in how you look at things, yes. Lucas certainly doesn't regret all the time he was able to spend with Mom, and Claus, even if in the end it was all shorter than it should have been.
He sets the towel on the counter, off to one side where it won't get in the way but won't be forgotten later. Something in the soul? "No offense taken. ...I've never met very many monsters, before. --That were much for conversation. But it makes sense they'd be better with magical things. ...Nobody's ever said anything about my soul, but, they did say things about my heart. Maybe it's the same thing." Lucas sounds neither proud nor unhappy, about this--almost a bit tired, even, more than anything. (It'd been a weighty burden, all that expectation, and he still feels it sometimes...) He frowns at Sans and his admission about--a weak soul?--for a long moment. "...Everybody's strong in their own way. But that's okay. Even if you think you'll be alright...if you need a healer for any friends too, I wouldn't mind that either. I've gotten a lot of practice in."
He ought to get back to the vegetables and the soup, at some point. Probably. But the stew's at a low simmer, not due to be finished for a little while yet, and Lucas still isn't sure if he trusts his own hands with cutting anything, yet. Not while the topic of brothers is so close by. Instead he can only stand riveted in place, listening intently to Sans's explanation of multiple timelines and living brothers right here in the castle alongside him. --The same brothers, but from different--events. ...And Lucas thinks he can almost understand, how this might be possible.
The moment such a possibility fully registers, though, a cold and quiet chill of something like dread passes over his thoughts too. If anybody from any timeline could come, even dead--then Claus could too, couldn't he? But he doesn't deserve to be raised up as the Masked Man yet again. No. No...Lucas would rather he were resting with Mom a thousand times over, no matter how much he misses him. ...Unless there was a timeline--where Claus had never become the Masked Man at all? A Claus that had never gone away to avenge Mom. A Claus...
He can almost imagine it--but Lucas dashes away the thought before he can figure out if he really can. He doesn't want to, he thinks. It'd never go away. Lucas folds his arms, almost looking more as if he'd holding onto himself for some sort of support, expression caught somewhere between surprise and--something else. But he doesn't let it settle, especially at Sans's fond words, and he ducks his head. "...No, it's okay. This castle doesn't really...make a lot of sense either. --But--I'm glad they've been here. You could all be together again, as brothers. ...And that's what matters in the end, maybe. No matter how much sense it doesn't make."
The sentiment's a sincere one, even if his voice can't help but get a little quieter now. But, finally, Lucas shifts where he's standing, moving back over towards the abandoned potatoes.
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Date: 2016-02-15 06:35 am (UTC)And it always seems as if you never really realize just how lucky you were, until they aren't there anymore. But--it's all in how you look at things, yes. Lucas certainly doesn't regret all the time he was able to spend with Mom, and Claus, even if in the end it was all shorter than it should have been.
He sets the towel on the counter, off to one side where it won't get in the way but won't be forgotten later. Something in the soul? "No offense taken. ...I've never met very many monsters, before. --That were much for conversation. But it makes sense they'd be better with magical things. ...Nobody's ever said anything about my soul, but, they did say things about my heart. Maybe it's the same thing." Lucas sounds neither proud nor unhappy, about this--almost a bit tired, even, more than anything. (It'd been a weighty burden, all that expectation, and he still feels it sometimes...) He frowns at Sans and his admission about--a weak soul?--for a long moment. "...Everybody's strong in their own way. But that's okay. Even if you think you'll be alright...if you need a healer for any friends too, I wouldn't mind that either. I've gotten a lot of practice in."
He ought to get back to the vegetables and the soup, at some point. Probably. But the stew's at a low simmer, not due to be finished for a little while yet, and Lucas still isn't sure if he trusts his own hands with cutting anything, yet. Not while the topic of brothers is so close by. Instead he can only stand riveted in place, listening intently to Sans's explanation of multiple timelines and living brothers right here in the castle alongside him. --The same brothers, but from different--events. ...And Lucas thinks he can almost understand, how this might be possible.
The moment such a possibility fully registers, though, a cold and quiet chill of something like dread passes over his thoughts too. If anybody from any timeline could come, even dead--then Claus could too, couldn't he? But he doesn't deserve to be raised up as the Masked Man yet again. No. No...Lucas would rather he were resting with Mom a thousand times over, no matter how much he misses him. ...Unless there was a timeline--where Claus had never become the Masked Man at all? A Claus that had never gone away to avenge Mom. A Claus...
He can almost imagine it--but Lucas dashes away the thought before he can figure out if he really can. He doesn't want to, he thinks. It'd never go away. Lucas folds his arms, almost looking more as if he'd holding onto himself for some sort of support, expression caught somewhere between surprise and--something else. But he doesn't let it settle, especially at Sans's fond words, and he ducks his head. "...No, it's okay. This castle doesn't really...make a lot of sense either. --But--I'm glad they've been here. You could all be together again, as brothers. ...And that's what matters in the end, maybe. No matter how much sense it doesn't make."
The sentiment's a sincere one, even if his voice can't help but get a little quieter now. But, finally, Lucas shifts where he's standing, moving back over towards the abandoned potatoes.