At first, S-4 almost tries to wrench his hands away from Sans, eyelights already flickering with the buildup of magic and emotion. It doesn't make sense that he should stay here. Here is where it's safe, and wherever the anomaly is is where it isn't. And if it isn't safe, he needs to make it safe so Sans-Serif will survive...
But that edge in Sans' voice is enough for him to at least listen for a split second, enough to hear the mention of Frisk. The human he had almost killed last time he was like this... With a gasp, he forces the magic away, tries to ignore the pounding in his skull that insists he's doing everything wrong.
"I don't want you to be hurt, I just..."
He winces at Sans' next words. He's right. If he goes out there, he more than likely will get hurt. And if he leaves Sans-Serif and Sans alone, he'll be failing at what he's meant to do. His ultimate goal is to protect his brothers. He has to do that, even if it means contradicting other things he should be doing.
He can't leave them. He knows how much it would hurt. He knows how much it did when Sans-Serif fell down. The magic in his eyes quickly starts escaping in the form of tears.
"I-I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just... I just want you to be all right. I want you to see you aren't a mess. I think you're exactly what I deserve. I-I really want you around, and I want you to be happy. That's... that's all."
He's rambling, and still crying, and he finally pulls his hands away so he can scrub at his eyesockets.
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Date: 2016-04-25 08:18 pm (UTC)But that edge in Sans' voice is enough for him to at least listen for a split second, enough to hear the mention of Frisk. The human he had almost killed last time he was like this... With a gasp, he forces the magic away, tries to ignore the pounding in his skull that insists he's doing everything wrong.
"I don't want you to be hurt, I just..."
He winces at Sans' next words. He's right. If he goes out there, he more than likely will get hurt. And if he leaves Sans-Serif and Sans alone, he'll be failing at what he's meant to do. His ultimate goal is to protect his brothers. He has to do that, even if it means contradicting other things he should be doing.
He can't leave them. He knows how much it would hurt. He knows how much it did when Sans-Serif fell down. The magic in his eyes quickly starts escaping in the form of tears.
"I-I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just... I just want you to be all right. I want you to see you aren't a mess. I think you're exactly what I deserve. I-I really want you around, and I want you to be happy. That's... that's all."
He's rambling, and still crying, and he finally pulls his hands away so he can scrub at his eyesockets.