"They were yours." Chara says, breaking out of their narration for the moment. "During our battle, those words were what I said."
KARMA and judgment. Words powerful enough to stick to bones that sawed through flesh. That awful feeling of every single Monster who they killed brought down on their heads by the one person who was willing to be their executioner. Load until sick of it.
* You were the executioner of the Human and the Fallen Human.
They sit up again, the Knife heavy in their hands.
* This is not you being condemned. * This is your judgment, from the Fallen Human to you.
Although they will wait. Wait and see if Sans stays put. There's nothing fancy that they have to show, just words. Words and Hope and a potential for one kind of love.
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KARMA and judgment. Words powerful enough to stick to bones that sawed through flesh. That awful feeling of every single Monster who they killed brought down on their heads by the one person who was willing to be their executioner. Load until sick of it.
* You were the executioner of the Human and the Fallen Human.
They sit up again, the Knife heavy in their hands.
* This is not you being condemned.
* This is your judgment, from the Fallen Human to you.
Although they will wait. Wait and see if Sans stays put. There's nothing fancy that they have to show, just words. Words and Hope and a potential for one kind of love.
* You're filled with...