[He's met the other guy by now - knows how he stands, how he talks, how every word, once he shows his true colors, curls out like a sneer. And Sans - he just sounds tired. He sounds tired, and he feels like shit, but however bad he feels, he knows it's gotta be nothing compared to how Frisk must feel. How Chara's feeling.
They haul themself to their feet slowly, and he lets them. He's not...heh, not in the greatest condition at the moment, but it's all right, it's okay. He's tired. That's the only real great thing about 1 HP. You never have to deal with dragging an injured body around and haul it behind you like dead weight.
Heh. "Dead."
Frisk's fingers curl into his jacket. He does his best. He's shaking as he stands there, feeling just about as tapped out as is possible, but he gets one arm around their back, like that might keep them upright a little longer.
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[He's met the other guy by now - knows how he stands, how he talks, how every word, once he shows his true colors, curls out like a sneer. And Sans - he just sounds tired. He sounds tired, and he feels like shit, but however bad he feels, he knows it's gotta be nothing compared to how Frisk must feel. How Chara's feeling.
They haul themself to their feet slowly, and he lets them. He's not...heh, not in the greatest condition at the moment, but it's all right, it's okay. He's tired. That's the only real great thing about 1 HP. You never have to deal with dragging an injured body around and haul it behind you like dead weight.
Heh. "Dead."
Frisk's fingers curl into his jacket. He does his best. He's shaking as he stands there, feeling just about as tapped out as is possible, but he gets one arm around their back, like that might keep them upright a little longer.
Keeps one hand on Chara's shoulder.
And he doesn't move.]
We're all who we're supposed to be.
[They're all who they're supposed to be.
Despite everything.]