When she cannot find S-4 or Sans, when Sans-Serif speaks of sleep, her haste is cut as with a blade. She had not finished telling him of the truth of where he now is. It seems she must do it now.
She sinks back to her knees and reaches slowly, so that he may choose to move away, for his hands.
"Pen vuin, I must tell you something difficult to believe." She holds his faint gaze as best she can. "This is no dream. You are awake."
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Date: 2016-02-02 04:48 pm (UTC)She sinks back to her knees and reaches slowly, so that he may choose to move away, for his hands.
"Pen vuin, I must tell you something difficult to believe." She holds his faint gaze as best she can. "This is no dream. You are awake."