[2B's steps cease. Sans's words were few but they hit home. She looks up, towards the sky that the skeleton mentioned just a moment ago. Well, it's not night, so no stars.]
Being a soldier is why I was created in the first place.
[The red stains on her clothes just make the statement sound more maudlin.]
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[2B's steps cease. Sans's words were few but they hit home. She looks up, towards the sky that the skeleton mentioned just a moment ago. Well, it's not night, so no stars.]
Being a soldier is why I was created in the first place.
[The red stains on her clothes just make the statement sound more maudlin.]