"i've always been here." Or at least, he can't remember a time when he wasn't. If there is a way out - and Sans supposes that there must be - he forgot it a long time ago. "maybe you have, too." Maybe Lucas has his own shambling nightmares, out there in the dark.
...but Lucas also doesn't deserve to die because of Sans'. If there's one thing he's usually good at, it's keeping himself together for the sake of other people. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm his stammering soul, and then shakes his head.
"...but nah. can't hide forever." They certainly can't hide for long. It's getting dark - even the gems in the ceiling seem a little dimmer. When they go out, it's all over. Sans reaches out for Lucas' hand, holds it tightly for just a moment, and then struggles up to his feet. "l-let's go." He tries to sound brave. His voice won't stop shaking.
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Date: 2016-03-17 10:56 pm (UTC)...but Lucas also doesn't deserve to die because of Sans'. If there's one thing he's usually good at, it's keeping himself together for the sake of other people. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm his stammering soul, and then shakes his head.
"...but nah. can't hide forever." They certainly can't hide for long. It's getting dark - even the gems in the ceiling seem a little dimmer. When they go out, it's all over. Sans reaches out for Lucas' hand, holds it tightly for just a moment, and then struggles up to his feet. "l-let's go." He tries to sound brave. His voice won't stop shaking.