[He should'a done it from the start, it's true. If he had, they wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. He wouldn't be watching the tapering threads of a rope bridge twist and blacken, until at last they separate and send the whole thing plunging into the inevitable inferno. There might'a been some part of this that could'a been salvageable.
But he took too long. He clung to what he shouldn't've. He hold onto it, like that'd be enough for goodbye, like that'd be enough for - for -
Why's he feel like he's heard that? Doc never would've - never could've lowered himself to that level. That ain't his style.
Why's he feel like he...?
...
Doesn't matter.
He should've forgotten, a long time ago.]
Should'a done that a long time ago.
[He lets the pinpricks of light in his eyesockets slide to Shadow, slow and lateral. There's something in his gaze that's less the scornful default he seems to have mastered, when it comes to conversing with Sans. Somethin' akin to, maybe -
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But he took too long. He clung to what he shouldn't've. He hold onto it, like that'd be enough for goodbye, like that'd be enough for - for -
"Sorry?"
Why's he feel like he's heard that? Doc never would've - never could've lowered himself to that level. That ain't his style.
Why's he feel like he...?
...
Doesn't matter.
He should've forgotten, a long time ago.]
Should'a done that a long time ago.
[He lets the pinpricks of light in his eyesockets slide to Shadow, slow and lateral. There's something in his gaze that's less the scornful default he seems to have mastered, when it comes to conversing with Sans. Somethin' akin to, maybe -
It'd be too much to hope just now.]
And I should never've dragged you into this.
[...]
'M sorry.