Sans hears that refusal in their voice. And, for just a moment, he's terrified by it. Because for just a moment, he can't possibly imagine reciprocating it.
"i don't know what else to do. i'm tired of being helpless. because i've lived that life, y'know? that life of everyone dying and coming back like nothing ever happened, just because someone else decided they should die. it was awful. and i was still just on the verge of thinking i could live with it when they showed up the first time. and this place is weird and all of us could disappear at any second and i was still happy here and they showed up again."
Twice now that he's started to let himself get comfortable with life. Twice now that Chara has showed up to ruin everything, to kill his friends, to all appearances just because they're there to be killed. Once upon a time, Sans let himself think that he could ever be strong enough to stop them.
He knows better, now.
What can he do but give up, in the face of that boundless, ruthless determination? He's not like Frisk, he's not strong, he's desperately fragile and weak and the best he can ever hope to do is delay and frustrate and plead.
Yet it's that same ruthless determination that keeps Sans clinging tightly to Frisk, keeps him from turning to dust on the spot. Just because he "can" keep going, he knows deep down that he "has to".
"i miss him so much. even if...even if back home he wasn't...i've never had to be without him this long, frisk." He isn't supposed to be without Papyrus for this long. "why does that kid get to show up, when i'm never gonna see my brother again?" He loves S-4, of course he does, but it isn't the same. It's been months since he's even heard Papyrus laugh.
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Date: 2016-03-18 10:27 pm (UTC)"i don't know what else to do. i'm tired of being helpless. because i've lived that life, y'know? that life of everyone dying and coming back like nothing ever happened, just because someone else decided they should die. it was awful. and i was still just on the verge of thinking i could live with it when they showed up the first time. and this place is weird and all of us could disappear at any second and i was still happy here and they showed up again."
Twice now that he's started to let himself get comfortable with life. Twice now that Chara has showed up to ruin everything, to kill his friends, to all appearances just because they're there to be killed. Once upon a time, Sans let himself think that he could ever be strong enough to stop them.
He knows better, now.
What can he do but give up, in the face of that boundless, ruthless determination? He's not like Frisk, he's not strong, he's desperately fragile and weak and the best he can ever hope to do is delay and frustrate and plead.
Yet it's that same ruthless determination that keeps Sans clinging tightly to Frisk, keeps him from turning to dust on the spot. Just because he "can" keep going, he knows deep down that he "has to".
"i miss him so much. even if...even if back home he wasn't...i've never had to be without him this long, frisk." He isn't supposed to be without Papyrus for this long. "why does that kid get to show up, when i'm never gonna see my brother again?" He loves S-4, of course he does, but it isn't the same. It's been months since he's even heard Papyrus laugh.