S-4 isn't planning to move from Sans-Serif's side again. He feels guilty enough doing it once or twice over the week. He really should stick by his brother's side now, or he might not sleep well, and then no one will be happy with this.
A moment later, Sans-Serif asks the question S-4 was wondering about not too long ago, but then he comes up with a much more logical explanation. S-4 looks at his brother with obvious admiration.
"Wow! That must be it. You're really smart, brother. So the bird is asking for its mother in bird-language. That makes sense. I hope enough people can understand his language so he can find her."
He hums thoughtfully.
"I don't know if they're the same. There was another bird before, and they called her a 'mother', but I-I don't think she was like you or Sans. Do you think only birds are mothers?"
Is one of those flavours making me suffer flavour?
A moment later, Sans-Serif asks the question S-4 was wondering about not too long ago, but then he comes up with a much more logical explanation. S-4 looks at his brother with obvious admiration.
"Wow! That must be it. You're really smart, brother. So the bird is asking for its mother in bird-language. That makes sense. I hope enough people can understand his language so he can find her."
He hums thoughtfully.
"I don't know if they're the same. There was another bird before, and they called her a 'mother', but I-I don't think she was like you or Sans. Do you think only birds are mothers?"