Sans-Serif's jaw aches a little from the unfamiliarity of smiling back, but it's...not a bad pain? Because S-4 looks happy. S-4 is smiling and holding him and it doesn't even feel as desperate as it usually does when his fellow experiment has to calm him down. Even that realization makes Sans-Serif's soul stir with a fresh wave of energy, making him remember that even if he's enjoyed being asleep in his pod, safe from the experiments and the pain they bring...it means that he's also missed out on this.
"i thought you were at the lab. i thought they'd be mad at you that i was gone. are you okay? there...there are humans here, s-4, the anomaly is here..."
...and now that he's found his counterpart again, they can fight it. Destroy it. They have to, he has to, it's what he was made to do. This is his purpose and he can't fight it, he's not strong enough to fight it...
(But he doesn't want to fight at all.)
Sans-Serif lets out a hiss of pain at the fresh stab of pressure on his skull, the weight on his bones like hooks in his joints, dragging him on to act, to obey. His eyesockets go entirely dark. His grip tightens reflexively on his brother, but even he isn't sure anymore if it's for the sake of tethering himself here or for dragging S-4 along.
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THE ONLY THING THEY WILL DESTROY IS OUR FEELS.
Date: 2016-01-30 05:48 pm (UTC)"i thought you were at the lab. i thought they'd be mad at you that i was gone. are you okay? there...there are humans here, s-4, the anomaly is here..."
...and now that he's found his counterpart again, they can fight it. Destroy it. They have to, he has to, it's what he was made to do. This is his purpose and he can't fight it, he's not strong enough to fight it...
(But he doesn't want to fight at all.)
Sans-Serif lets out a hiss of pain at the fresh stab of pressure on his skull, the weight on his bones like hooks in his joints, dragging him on to act, to obey. His eyesockets go entirely dark. His grip tightens reflexively on his brother, but even he isn't sure anymore if it's for the sake of tethering himself here or for dragging S-4 along.
"...we can stop it. We can fight it."