Sans has never had the misfortune to hear that tone of S-4's voice, to feel that rush of power. But it's easy enough to guess what it is, and what those feelings are born from. Panic chases away those memories of guilt and despair, all in a rush.
"No, S-4." He reaches back to grab his brother's hands, squeezing them tightly, as though to physically hold S-4 back from listening to the conditioning. And he answers that power with just an edge of his own, just for the sake of making sure his brother listens to the desperate plea that follows. "you need to listen to frisk, now more than ever. i didn't, and that was my mistake." A mistake that had ended in a disaster that almost became a worse disaster, for all of them. "i almost left you alone, i almost left frisk defenseless, and that was one of the biggest mistakes i have ever made. i'm telling you this so you don't ever make those same mistakes." And so he could truly believe that S-4 had forgiven Sans for making them at all.
It is perhaps a very unfair thing that Sans says next, but desperation can drive people on to unfair heights. At the least, he can't imagine that Sans-Serif would say anything differently. Tauriel had argued much the same to him, when Sans had still been so low. "if...if not for your sake, then for mine. frisk died, and so much stopped mattering. chara didn't even remember who papyrus was, and...and i didn't even realize i'd attacked them until they grabbed frisk. if i lost you, too..."
...well. Sans knows that at least he wouldn't have to live with the loss for too long. Just the thought of it makes him want to curl up into a ball and sob. If that actually happened...he would doubtless turn to dust on the spot.
"...that is one thing you can always do for me, s-4. for me and sans-serif. take care of yourself." Because so many people here care about him. "i just...i'm so sorry i'm such a mess, s-4. you deserve better. both of you do. and as long as you're okay, i know nothing is really hopeless."
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Date: 2016-04-18 06:47 am (UTC)"No, S-4." He reaches back to grab his brother's hands, squeezing them tightly, as though to physically hold S-4 back from listening to the conditioning. And he answers that power with just an edge of his own, just for the sake of making sure his brother listens to the desperate plea that follows. "you need to listen to frisk, now more than ever. i didn't, and that was my mistake." A mistake that had ended in a disaster that almost became a worse disaster, for all of them. "i almost left you alone, i almost left frisk defenseless, and that was one of the biggest mistakes i have ever made. i'm telling you this so you don't ever make those same mistakes." And so he could truly believe that S-4 had forgiven Sans for making them at all.
It is perhaps a very unfair thing that Sans says next, but desperation can drive people on to unfair heights. At the least, he can't imagine that Sans-Serif would say anything differently. Tauriel had argued much the same to him, when Sans had still been so low. "if...if not for your sake, then for mine. frisk died, and so much stopped mattering. chara didn't even remember who papyrus was, and...and i didn't even realize i'd attacked them until they grabbed frisk. if i lost you, too..."
...well. Sans knows that at least he wouldn't have to live with the loss for too long. Just the thought of it makes him want to curl up into a ball and sob. If that actually happened...he would doubtless turn to dust on the spot.
"...that is one thing you can always do for me, s-4. for me and sans-serif. take care of yourself." Because so many people here care about him. "i just...i'm so sorry i'm such a mess, s-4. you deserve better. both of you do. and as long as you're okay, i know nothing is really hopeless."