"that's how most monsters are born, yeah." He doesn't want them to get any more reinforcement of the belief that they aren't "normal", even if the circumstances surrounding their creation are unique. "i, uh, i obviously don't know how you two were created. but just judging from the amount of upkeep you guys seemed to need at first, it would make sense that it was meant to compensate for you only being made from one fragment of soul. y'know?" Gaster's, obviously.
"so, uh, so in a way, he'd be your 'father'." But the mention of Gaster almost makes him cringe, in light of everything Sans has made himself think about since Frisk's return. It might be easy, to distract himself with S-4's own questions. But there's something else Sans needs to say.
Unconsciously, subtly, he shifts position as though to brace himself - stiff shoulders, slightly bowed head, straight back. "and...and i'm done with work." S-4 was being overly generous in calling it "work". Sans sees that, now, and it's left a different flavor of guilt in his mouth. Coupled, perhaps, with shame. "for now. for a while." He takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a sigh that leaves his shoulders slumped. "maybe forever." Hopefully forever. "so, uh...yeah."
He'd wanted to talk to S-4 about that. He still does, but...it seems wrong, to have skipped out on his brother for days and then immediately try and intrude into what already looks to be a much more meaningful project than anything Sans had immersed himself in.
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"so, uh, so in a way, he'd be your 'father'." But the mention of Gaster almost makes him cringe, in light of everything Sans has made himself think about since Frisk's return. It might be easy, to distract himself with S-4's own questions. But there's something else Sans needs to say.
Unconsciously, subtly, he shifts position as though to brace himself - stiff shoulders, slightly bowed head, straight back. "and...and i'm done with work." S-4 was being overly generous in calling it "work". Sans sees that, now, and it's left a different flavor of guilt in his mouth. Coupled, perhaps, with shame. "for now. for a while." He takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a sigh that leaves his shoulders slumped. "maybe forever." Hopefully forever. "so, uh...yeah."
He'd wanted to talk to S-4 about that. He still does, but...it seems wrong, to have skipped out on his brother for days and then immediately try and intrude into what already looks to be a much more meaningful project than anything Sans had immersed himself in.