The sob gets Sans' attention, too. He hadn't even realized until that moment just how hyperfocused he'd been on one child, even to the exclusion of the one he's trying to save.
Even then, in the midst of everything, the thought occurs to him that this has perhaps been something of a theme these past few days. But he looks at Frisk then, and Sans realizes that he's never seen them look like this. He's never seen them look this sad and scared. They should never have to be. Not Frisk.
It's gonna be okay, Sans wishes he could say, but he's had enough of breaking promises. And besides, those are words that should stay between them.
He has to save them. Sans feels his resolve strengthen just a bit to do just that. He's not alone in this. He has someone to lose.
"too bad. so is fighting you. i did it anyway." He does wipe at his eyesockets with his sleeve, but mostly for the sake of keeping his vision clear. He doesn't look away while he does it, and looks back at Chara when he's done. "and trust me, you have not even begun to see how pathetic i can get. my brother? he was the cool one. never got the chance to finish learning from the best."
"but otherwise, looks like we're right back to my whole 'end of time' suggestion. and one that's way more boring than my plan. you won't let frisk go, i won't let you go with them. so from where i'm standing, we're...well, uh, we're basically stuck here, yeah? stuck standing and staring at each other. and if you really don't want to look at me bawling my eyelights out, well, that's your own fault.
you're not prepared to believe that i won't kill you. but the fact that you haven't gone ahead and killed frisk tells me that there's still something you want in exchange for them. not to mention the fact that this is both the most words i have ever heard you string together, and the longest i've ever seen you wait to try to kill someone. so. cards on the table, before your arm gets tired. what is it? if the fact that i'm still talking isn't a sign that i'm listening, then i don't know what is."
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Even then, in the midst of everything, the thought occurs to him that this has perhaps been something of a theme these past few days. But he looks at Frisk then, and Sans realizes that he's never seen them look like this. He's never seen them look this sad and scared. They should never have to be. Not Frisk.
It's gonna be okay, Sans wishes he could say, but he's had enough of breaking promises. And besides, those are words that should stay between them.
He has to save them. Sans feels his resolve strengthen just a bit to do just that. He's not alone in this. He has someone to lose.
"too bad. so is fighting you. i did it anyway." He does wipe at his eyesockets with his sleeve, but mostly for the sake of keeping his vision clear. He doesn't look away while he does it, and looks back at Chara when he's done. "and trust me, you have not even begun to see how pathetic i can get. my brother? he was the cool one. never got the chance to finish learning from the best."
"but otherwise, looks like we're right back to my whole 'end of time' suggestion. and one that's way more boring than my plan. you won't let frisk go, i won't let you go with them. so from where i'm standing, we're...well, uh, we're basically stuck here, yeah? stuck standing and staring at each other. and if you really don't want to look at me bawling my eyelights out, well, that's your own fault.
you're not prepared to believe that i won't kill you. but the fact that you haven't gone ahead and killed frisk tells me that there's still something you want in exchange for them. not to mention the fact that this is both the most words i have ever heard you string together, and the longest i've ever seen you wait to try to kill someone. so. cards on the table, before your arm gets tired. what is it? if the fact that i'm still talking isn't a sign that i'm listening, then i don't know what is."