[She takes a shaky step back, trying to will the real Sans into existence, have the hope that somebody will bust down a wall and save her. But isn't that just the problem he's highlighting? That she can't do anything for herself?
She winces visibly at the nickname, too. He's laying it on thick.]
I-- I don't, it's--
[But he's right he's right he's right he's right]
... If he wanted me to leave, he, he'd a-ask. It's not... it's not like that.
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She winces visibly at the nickname, too. He's laying it on thick.]
I-- I don't, it's--
[But he's right he's right he's right he's right]
... If he wanted me to leave, he, he'd a-ask. It's not... it's not like that.