Now, Sans -- he's the kinda guy who avoids responsibility, who aims for being just mediocre enough that nobody expects too much, both so that he can enjoy a relatively stress-free day-to-day and because he knows that he will, inevitably, disappoint people.
He's the kind of monster who knew everybody in the Underground, and nobody knew more about him than he wanted them to. He doesn't like having things or people to miss, so, hey, he'll get along to go along and not get too invested in anything. It works for him.
And yet, he sees echoes of some things ol' Gerson has said before, about his life after the War, long before Sans was even a gleam in the eye (or eye socket) of whoever sired him and his brother. This ain't none of his business. He could say just about anything, some empty, sympathetic noises and just go his own way.
But, try as he might (or might not, being someone who hates putting in effort), monsters are at their core beings of compassion, and uh, turns out it's harder to turn away than he thought. Go fig. ]
Yeah? [ So, that solves the question of how little she resembles robots back home. Or, y'know. The one. ] Looks like you gotta opportunity to be somethin' else here.
Something of your own choosing?
If what they say's true, you got time to figure it out, try some more 'dogs, see how it goes.
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Hoo boy.
Now, Sans -- he's the kinda guy who avoids responsibility, who aims for being just mediocre enough that nobody expects too much, both so that he can enjoy a relatively stress-free day-to-day and because he knows that he will, inevitably, disappoint people.
He's the kind of monster who knew everybody in the Underground, and nobody knew more about him than he wanted them to. He doesn't like having things or people to miss, so, hey, he'll get along to go along and not get too invested in anything. It works for him.
And yet, he sees echoes of some things ol' Gerson has said before, about his life after the War, long before Sans was even a gleam in the eye (or eye socket) of whoever sired him and his brother. This ain't none of his business. He could say just about anything, some empty, sympathetic noises and just go his own way.
But, try as he might (or might not, being someone who hates putting in effort), monsters are at their core beings of compassion, and uh, turns out it's harder to turn away than he thought. Go fig. ]
Yeah? [ So, that solves the question of how little she resembles robots back home. Or, y'know. The one. ] Looks like you gotta opportunity to be somethin' else here.
Something of your own choosing?
If what they say's true, you got time to figure it out, try some more 'dogs, see how it goes.