So, uh, yeah, maybe Sans ain't the best person to confirm a subjective experience; talking skeletons aren't what he thinks humans would generally consider a very sane thing to be chattin' with. But if it helps, then it helps.
That's what matters.
He reaches up to scratch at the crown of his skull with the rasp of ossein against itself, a wholly reflexive and by and large generally useless gesture, since he lacks the skin to be technically itching up there in the first place. But it helps him think. Grounds him some.
"They say it was the SOULs," he says, sortin' through all the different explanations. 'Cause there were plenty of 'em. Hard to say what the real cause was, though he supposes the King would know. "We had the potential to take theirs, and with that power - we could wipe 'em off the map. Suppose that's how they justified it. Never happened, though. We're generally a pretty peaceful people."
no subject
That's what matters.
He reaches up to scratch at the crown of his skull with the rasp of ossein against itself, a wholly reflexive and by and large generally useless gesture, since he lacks the skin to be technically itching up there in the first place. But it helps him think. Grounds him some.
"They say it was the SOULs," he says, sortin' through all the different explanations. 'Cause there were plenty of 'em. Hard to say what the real cause was, though he supposes the King would know. "We had the potential to take theirs, and with that power - we could wipe 'em off the map. Suppose that's how they justified it. Never happened, though. We're generally a pretty peaceful people."