Sans's voice is low, trying to sound more comforting than the odd sort of detachment he feels. This is... bizarre. Just looking at the kid like this, it's enough to make Sans feel several different emotions at once. He was used to deja vu. It happened all the time. He could ignore it. This? Having hard and fast memories there as point of reference?
Wrestling with them was exhausting.
"Whenever you're ready, I guess." Sans looked around their surroundings before letting go of their hands, standing to his feet. "... Well, maybe not here. C'mon. I know a shortcut."
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Sans's voice is low, trying to sound more comforting than the odd sort of detachment he feels. This is... bizarre. Just looking at the kid like this, it's enough to make Sans feel several different emotions at once. He was used to deja vu. It happened all the time. He could ignore it. This? Having hard and fast memories there as point of reference?
Wrestling with them was exhausting.
"Whenever you're ready, I guess." Sans looked around their surroundings before letting go of their hands, standing to his feet. "... Well, maybe not here. C'mon. I know a shortcut."
He held out his hand, browbone raised.