Sans leans forward conspiratorially when S-4 offers a secret of his own. Then he smiles reassuringly to hear it, reaching up to rub S-4 affectionately on the top of his skull. "it's not selfish, s-4. you guys have had a hard life. no one should tell you otherwise. and it's not bad, that you don't want to fight. the good news is that, when it finally comes time to meet the anomaly back home...you probably won't have to." Because it will either be Frisk, who won't want to. Or it will be Chara, who can't be fought. "and you've probably got at least a few years until they do show up."
And Sans can't pretend that it doesn't hurt, to hear S-4 still thinking of his responsibilities back home in his own time, to be reminded that S-4 still has responsibilities at all. S-4 and Sans-Serif still have their entire lives ahead of them. Sans' life might very possibly be over forever, outside this castle, though it's a mark of how far he's come that he hasn't entirely given up hope. But he's also just become impossibly fond of this version of his brother in his own right.
Really, Sans just can't believe that S-4 doesn't have an important part to play. It seems as though in all the timelines, their fate ultimately comes down to the human - the one with the frying pan or the one with the knife. But he has to believe that the friendship that S-4 can offer, the light in his soul, can make them all a little more like Frisk. And he has to believe that Sans-Serif will help him hold on to that.
"i'm not upset, if you want to go home. you two are still going to get out of that lab one day." The timelines always have constants. Sans and Papyrus, whatever they call themselves, are always there in Snowdin to meet the human. It's what happens next where things get...potentially awful.
But he can't even entertain the idea of these two growing up only to meet Chara. He can't. Some thoughts are, it turns out, just that bit too awful for Sans to keep in his head. He already knows that their version of Gaster is doomed, as they all are. That's too much loss too early in life.
For a moment, Sans' voice is just as it is when he's telling them a bedtime story, soft and careful and heartfelt. Without even realizing it, howeve,r his smile is witful and sad, almost longing. This is the most he's thought about his own place in the Underground in a while. "you're going to make new friends, and have your own house. heck, you'll get to eat real monster food." He laughs a little, and it at least sounds as though it doesn't hurt as much anymore. "man, i miss the food from home. but...while you're here..." He gathers up his brother's hands in both of his once more, squeezing gently. "...we'll be just like before."
While they're here, there will be nothing more important to him than making sure these two babybones are happy. That has to be more worthwhile than any other potential experiment he can come up with. "so i'm thinking maybe i can just...sit here with you for now, try to grab a nap, maybe help you with some of the harder words in the meantime?" He doesn't want to take the book away form S-4 or read to him just yet. He really has made some progress.
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Date: 2016-02-23 03:03 am (UTC)And Sans can't pretend that it doesn't hurt, to hear S-4 still thinking of his responsibilities back home in his own time, to be reminded that S-4 still has responsibilities at all. S-4 and Sans-Serif still have their entire lives ahead of them. Sans' life might very possibly be over forever, outside this castle, though it's a mark of how far he's come that he hasn't entirely given up hope. But he's also just become impossibly fond of this version of his brother in his own right.
Really, Sans just can't believe that S-4 doesn't have an important part to play. It seems as though in all the timelines, their fate ultimately comes down to the human - the one with the frying pan or the one with the knife. But he has to believe that the friendship that S-4 can offer, the light in his soul, can make them all a little more like Frisk. And he has to believe that Sans-Serif will help him hold on to that.
"i'm not upset, if you want to go home. you two are still going to get out of that lab one day." The timelines always have constants. Sans and Papyrus, whatever they call themselves, are always there in Snowdin to meet the human. It's what happens next where things get...potentially awful.
But he can't even entertain the idea of these two growing up only to meet Chara. He can't. Some thoughts are, it turns out, just that bit too awful for Sans to keep in his head. He already knows that their version of Gaster is doomed, as they all are. That's too much loss too early in life.
For a moment, Sans' voice is just as it is when he's telling them a bedtime story, soft and careful and heartfelt. Without even realizing it, howeve,r his smile is witful and sad, almost longing. This is the most he's thought about his own place in the Underground in a while. "you're going to make new friends, and have your own house. heck, you'll get to eat real monster food." He laughs a little, and it at least sounds as though it doesn't hurt as much anymore. "man, i miss the food from home. but...while you're here..." He gathers up his brother's hands in both of his once more, squeezing gently. "...we'll be just like before."
While they're here, there will be nothing more important to him than making sure these two babybones are happy. That has to be more worthwhile than any other potential experiment he can come up with. "so i'm thinking maybe i can just...sit here with you for now, try to grab a nap, maybe help you with some of the harder words in the meantime?" He doesn't want to take the book away form S-4 or read to him just yet. He really has made some progress.