"Oh! Frisk... Frisk heard me reading?" His smile grows wider at that. He wasn't sure if they had, and he didn't want to ask. But if they heard, then that must have made their death a lot easier to handle. It warms his soul quite a bit.

And that's really all he needs. If people like Sans-Serif and Frisk are here with him, then he'll always be happy.

"That's a good idea. I'd like to make a kite. A... A big red one! And it'll be even better than the one in the story!"

Spurred on by this idea, S-4 stands up, grabbing his brother's hand to tug him off to the library.