[It's with a belated tilt of their head that Frisk looks down. Catches the writing first, before their eyes focus on the photograph. And they see Sans... and themself. Surrounded by
Surrounded by a lot of monsters they know. He looks... Like he should. Like he would have, if they hadn't come into the picture. Happy.
It's a two for one deal. How could they not be happy with that?]
Sans.
[Belated. Far too late to hold any credence, and Frisk looks absolutely lost as to why they said it at all. The gaze travels back up to him, uncomprehending, though slowly, slowly, slowly, things do try to click into place. They do try.
They're sorry they yelled at him. They're sorry they told him he didn't care. They're sorry they wanted to disappear.
They're sorry. That's usually enough, right? To tip the scales back a little. Bring him back, from dust to an exhausted, shuffling mound of bones and fabric and Okay, in that special way that Frisk understands, and he understands right back. They can go look at stars again. Frisk can bury him in the sand. They'll take a photo.
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Surrounded by a lot of monsters they know. He looks...
Like he should. Like he would have, if they hadn't come into the picture.
Happy.
It's a two for one deal. How could they not be happy with that?]
Sans.
[Belated. Far too late to hold any credence, and Frisk looks absolutely lost as to why they said it at all. The gaze travels back up to him, uncomprehending, though slowly, slowly, slowly, things do try to click into place. They do try.
They're sorry they yelled at him. They're sorry they told him he didn't care. They're sorry they wanted to disappear.
They're sorry. That's usually enough, right? To tip the scales back a little. Bring him back, from dust to an exhausted, shuffling mound of bones and fabric and Okay, in that special way that Frisk understands, and he understands right back. They can go look at stars again. Frisk can bury him in the sand. They'll take a photo.
They're sorry. It can stop, now. They're sorry.]