[Terra glances away with a slight nod, taking Sans' comment seriously and obliging him by pointing his 'pitying' (sympathetic, he might have argued... ah but that thin line between the two) look elsewhere.
Living underground... Like in a cave or... Yeah, probably a cave. A cave full of skeleton people?
No real surprise Sans won't elaborate on the worlds remark, either. A secret, maybe, and he didn't mean to mention it? Those three words are enough for him, anyway. Another world out there is close to realizing the truth. What happens when the World Order breaks down completely? For years, his teacher emphasized the importance of keeping people in the dark about the existence of other worlds... But he can't recall the Master ever explaining exactly what the consequences would be, if people started to catch on, either due to someone in the know slipping up or their just figuring it out on their own.
A blank tiredness reinstates itself over his face.
He spots the barbecue grill at the edge of his vision and, reluctantly turning his back on Sans, wanders off in that direction to check it out.]
Have you gotten a good look at it? [He speaks over his shoulder. Half-heartedly prodding the grill here.] Watched the sun rise and set?
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Living underground... Like in a cave or... Yeah, probably a cave. A cave full of skeleton people?
No real surprise Sans won't elaborate on the worlds remark, either. A secret, maybe, and he didn't mean to mention it? Those three words are enough for him, anyway. Another world out there is close to realizing the truth. What happens when the World Order breaks down completely? For years, his teacher emphasized the importance of keeping people in the dark about the existence of other worlds... But he can't recall the Master ever explaining exactly what the consequences would be, if people started to catch on, either due to someone in the know slipping up or their just figuring it out on their own.
A blank tiredness reinstates itself over his face.
He spots the barbecue grill at the edge of his vision and, reluctantly turning his back on Sans, wanders off in that direction to check it out.]
Have you gotten a good look at it? [He speaks over his shoulder. Half-heartedly prodding the grill here.] Watched the sun rise and set?
[Still hung up on the sky thing.]