I know. I know, buddy. You're just a kid. And I think sometimes I forget that. Hell, I definitely forgot it back home.
[God. God, how dare he. Their fingers fiddle compulsively with the threads of their striped shirt and they're a child and he - he kinda wishes he could take it back.
Kinda wishes he could.
But that's never been his ball game. Not even really his ball park, it's just that he's got a glorified backstage pass and cheated the red tape a little. That's really all he's got to his name, heh. Everything he knows is just more or less a fluke. An accident. Somethin' that got thrust on him without his say-so, without his consent, and now? Now, congrats, Sans, welcome to a world of responsibility you never asked for. Only, see, somebody's gotta do it, and you're the only guy qualified, it turns out.
Still. Their tone, the way the words hum across - they're just a kid.
They're just a goddamn kid.
But they're layin' the cards on the table. Even. Clean. Simple.]
Point is. I gotta keep that in mind a little better than I have been, I think. I owe ya that.
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[God. God, how dare he. Their fingers fiddle compulsively with the threads of their striped shirt and they're a child and he - he kinda wishes he could take it back.
Kinda wishes he could.
But that's never been his ball game. Not even really his ball park, it's just that he's got a glorified backstage pass and cheated the red tape a little. That's really all he's got to his name, heh. Everything he knows is just more or less a fluke. An accident. Somethin' that got thrust on him without his say-so, without his consent, and now? Now, congrats, Sans, welcome to a world of responsibility you never asked for. Only, see, somebody's gotta do it, and you're the only guy qualified, it turns out.
Still. Their tone, the way the words hum across - they're just a kid.
They're just a goddamn kid.
But they're layin' the cards on the table. Even. Clean. Simple.]
Point is. I gotta keep that in mind a little better than I have been, I think. I owe ya that.