[There's something incredible, truly incredible, in watching the face of someone who takes such pride in being impervious - crumble so completely. No smiles, no blank, locked-away flatness; no. Just the slow collapse of every brick they've laid down, the protracted crumbling of their very foundation, as it all skids and slides away into nothingness.
But still, despite everything, there remains the fact that everybody just seems so terribly eager to overlook.]
Y'know, good ol' Sans was right about one thing.
[He stares down at the pair of them with a cold, ruthless grin, and he hurls upon them the meanest insult he thinks will stick, for a pair of children like them.
He surveys them with something resembling pity. Cruel, blank, flat, devoid of any actual meaning, but pity. In knowing they are not, and never will be, enough. Not for each other. Not for Sans. Not even for themselves.]
You really are just kids.
[And kids will cry for help. Lost, scared, alone, and unheard. Always, unheard.]
Pity it took him so long to realize, huh?
[And the minute he did, someone else was there to take his feet out from under him. A number increases, and he grins, victorious. Content in knowing - he got what he came for.
He got what he came for, and everything else can burn.]
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But still, despite everything, there remains the fact that everybody just seems so terribly eager to overlook.]
Y'know, good ol' Sans was right about one thing.
[He stares down at the pair of them with a cold, ruthless grin, and he hurls upon them the meanest insult he thinks will stick, for a pair of children like them.
He surveys them with something resembling pity. Cruel, blank, flat, devoid of any actual meaning, but pity. In knowing they are not, and never will be, enough. Not for each other. Not for Sans. Not even for themselves.]
You really are just kids.
[And kids will cry for help. Lost, scared, alone, and unheard. Always, unheard.]
Pity it took him so long to realize, huh?
[And the minute he did, someone else was there to take his feet out from under him. A number increases, and he grins, victorious. Content in knowing - he got what he came for.
He got what he came for, and everything else can burn.]