[This is going downhill real quickly, but then it was always going to. He knew it would go like this as soon as this other Sans teleported right next to him. It's gotta be some kind of inertia. A ball rolling downhill, etc. etc., and an exhausted skeleton with more self-loathing than he probably has bones. Fairly simple equation.]
[The guy laughs in that awful, two-seconds-from-giving-up sort of way, and Sans almost joins him. Instead he just grins. It's completely mirthless.]
nah, you don't get chummy. not when you've seen the reports. not when they're either a human or an anomaly. not even when they're bein' a perfect little angel, like straight outta the dumb prophecy.
[His smile quirks into something just slightly more genuine, imagining how Frisk or Chara would react to overhearing this. If they heard him even reference the idea that they might be the Angel from the Prophecy. They'd be pissed as hell, both of them. He's pretty sure they've both agreed that the Angel was technically Asriel. But of course he absolutely can't go telling this Sans that. That is absolutely not his secret to share.]
[Ah, well, not like he ever put any stock whatsoever in stuff like prophecies anyway. The whole story ended up playing out a lot differently, after all.]
never asked their name. [No, correction:] we never ask their name. not even in the best one. some pretty wild stuff happens, and then we wake up just knowing. heh.
[As much as anyone is responsible for their own decisions, their own actions, there's still the influence. There's still all those lessons that he, that monsters, that the whole Underground and the whole Surface have taught both those kids.]
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[The guy laughs in that awful, two-seconds-from-giving-up sort of way, and Sans almost joins him. Instead he just grins. It's completely mirthless.]
nah, you don't get chummy. not when you've seen the reports. not when they're either a human or an anomaly. not even when they're bein' a perfect little angel, like straight outta the dumb prophecy.
[His smile quirks into something just slightly more genuine, imagining how Frisk or Chara would react to overhearing this. If they heard him even reference the idea that they might be the Angel from the Prophecy. They'd be pissed as hell, both of them. He's pretty sure they've both agreed that the Angel was technically Asriel. But of course he absolutely can't go telling this Sans that. That is absolutely not his secret to share.]
[Ah, well, not like he ever put any stock whatsoever in stuff like prophecies anyway. The whole story ended up playing out a lot differently, after all.]
never asked their name. [No, correction:] we never ask their name. not even in the best one. some pretty wild stuff happens, and then we wake up just knowing. heh.
[As much as anyone is responsible for their own decisions, their own actions, there's still the influence. There's still all those lessons that he, that monsters, that the whole Underground and the whole Surface have taught both those kids.]
[It makes judging a lot less clear-cut.]
no one asked their name.