[Even in the heavy silence that follows Frisk's words, Sans can't think. All that comes to his mind is the golden visage of the castle's hallway as light filters in from fissures in Mt. Ebott's crust and the tiny figure that peeks out from the elevator to face him head on.]
[Back then Sans judged Frisk for their actions, every bit of EXP they earned, any change in their LOVE, and more. He recalled how pristine their stats were, and how he'd congratulated them on the love they'd earned from newly made friends over their journey.]
[What a grand fucking joke to play on a comedian.]
So because you could, you had to.
Is that it?
[Sans was always good at controlling himself with a well-placed joke, a stealthy dodge of a loaded question, and a winning smile that could disarm just about anyone who didn't have a death wish on him.]
[Here, though, his peaking levels of stress and the sudden revelation that the kid he cared about so much treated him, his friends, and his family like playthings are far too much to keep hidden underneath a tranquil surface. His own self-directed anger doesn't help, either, as part of him berates himself for not being there to stop everything.]
it's better than crying yourself to death!!!
[Back then Sans judged Frisk for their actions, every bit of EXP they earned, any change in their LOVE, and more. He recalled how pristine their stats were, and how he'd congratulated them on the love they'd earned from newly made friends over their journey.]
[What a grand fucking joke to play on a comedian.]
So because you could, you had to.
Is that it?
[Sans was always good at controlling himself with a well-placed joke, a stealthy dodge of a loaded question, and a winning smile that could disarm just about anyone who didn't have a death wish on him.]
[Here, though, his peaking levels of stress and the sudden revelation that the kid he cared about so much treated him, his friends, and his family like playthings are far too much to keep hidden underneath a tranquil surface. His own self-directed anger doesn't help, either, as part of him berates himself for not being there to stop everything.]
Is that why Papyrus had to die?