Sans was having a really hard time, oscillating between apathy and sympathy; on the one hand, her agony was obvious, even to him. And it did hurt. It hurt to look at.
On the other...
Hey. Look. He'd been through a lot.
"... what, here?" What kind of hell could she be seeing in a place like this?
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Date: 2015-11-29 04:15 am (UTC)On the other...
Hey. Look. He'd been through a lot.
"... what, here?" What kind of hell could she be seeing in a place like this?