thisavrou_log | [open] do you know why the body is a prison?

Who: Sans and YOU! Open to literally everyone
When: Between this and the final judgment call on this.
Where: The Hold.
What: There's a skeleton in the dungeon, come let him rattle his bones at u
Warnings: Probably some mention of murder/death/etc! But mostly pretty tame, I imagine. Will edit if that changes.

The hold was incredible. Three solid walls, one semi-solid wall, a bench-bed hybrid that wrecked havoc on his back, and all the down time a skeleton could ask for. It was perfect. The best vacation he's ever had.

It'll be a real bummer once all of it goes away again.

Whatever the kid is up to, they're biding their time. And the few times a stray unpleasant thought passed through his skull, Sans is able to wave them away easily enough. He didn't care for thinking about Chara's dead body, so he didn't think about it. The worrying notion that, perhaps, this reality experienced time differently from what he knew...

Again: not thinking about it. The perfect cure, really.

Of course, he couldn't exactly stop people from visiting him here. With news spreading throughout the ship of what happened, more and more people were reaching out to him with why spelled out across their furrowed brows. Sans wished he could help them, sincerely. It would be a load off both their minds.

Too bad the answer was just too damn huge.

( ooc: feel free to visit sans in the hold any time, either before or after your character has 'cast their vote (or not)' on his fate. woo! )

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That makes J fall silent for a brief moment and just for a heartbeat her and nonchalant stare changes into something more intense. But the change in her is gone within an eye blink as she summons the sneering and arrogant smirk back to her lips.

"You know, you just took someone else's life. A child's on top of that." she says slowly almost as she was telling him a bad joke. Her voice is steady and amused except for the last part where it wavers a little, bringing in some seriousness to her tone. "If that's not a murder then I don't know what is."

Hearing her say it that way, Sans almost laughs. He doesn't, in the end. Kind of a bad look, laughing over a child's death -- and not fully something he'd endorse anyway, even in this case. It isn't funny. Then again, so much of his laughter isn't from humor.

"Heh, right. A child. Welp, I guess we've all got our opinions." He waves a hand, vague as ever. "You should vote with your gut, it sounds like you've already made up your mind."

There's something in Sans that unsettles her. Of course, seeing just how uncaring and casual he's about the whole murder is disturbing enough but then there's his disinterest regarding his own fate. It's almost as if he simply just didn't care what happens to him and what others think about him. But somehow, this attitude also seems rather familiar. She remembers the way how he always let his side of room to get messy and smelly, waiting for Papyrus to come and clean after him. The way how he always seemed to neglect taking care of himself. It's also something that she could recognize from herself.

A small frown creeps to her face as she watches him, trying to read him.

"So, you don't care what I'm going to say? And what they're going to do with you?"

"Nope."

It's a simple, to the point answer to a huge, broad question. There's not a moment's hesitation or even any consideration time. By the time J's finished speaking, Sans has his answer prepped and ready.

"So no hard feelings, whatever you decide. You gotta be able to sleep at night."

Oh.

Even though the answer he gives to her is just what she expected to hear, the way he says it is just surprisingly cold. Especially that last remark leaves a bad taste to her mouth. J squints her eyes a little, then turns her head away and stares at the ceiling, looking sullen.

They might have never addressed it but J knows that Sans is aware of her sleeping habits, or more like aware the occasional difficulties she had and the nightmares. Somehow that just makes his jab feel more personal than it's meant to.

"Fuck you. I can't sleep. Because of you."

That hits, but Sans doesn't show it. There's no point. She'll forget this soon enough, along with everyone else aboard the ship -- himself included. And while there's a pain there, seeing her hurt, it's numbed by exhausted and experience.

"I'm sorry." He says, finally, with a sort of muted sincerity that's hard to fully communicate.

"No, you're not." She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Oh, how nice it'd be to forget about this, forget about what had happened here on Moira and back at Emiri but J know's very well that won't be possible. She can always push the bad things away from her mind and adapt, but never fully forget. These will always come back to haunt her.

"Just," J sighs loudly, the irritation in her voice hiding away all the vulnerability, as she tries to find a way to get them back to Sans. After all, she didn't come here to talk about herself.

"Just tell me why? Was it worth it?"

It's a big question, and one Sans thinks at first he has an obvious answer to, before that Obvious Answer dies against his teeth.

Yes, of course it was, watching the little creature get skewered was the closest thing to revenge he had. The closest thing to keeping his brother safe.

No, of course it wasn't, it's a kid, and all this does is lock him in a fresh loop that only ends with his own death.

Sans laughs, caught completely between both options.

"Honestly?" He rubs at his eye socket, still laughing quietly to himself. "I've got no fuckin' idea."

Somehow that answer really satisfies her more than simple 'no' or 'yes.' It shows that this isn't such a easy and simple matter to him, even though he so tries to act indifferent, like nothing about this bothers him.

She glances quickly at his direction and then back to the ceiling. "They said that you did it to protect your brother. Is that true?"

If it were just Pap on the line, Sans could have spent his time shadowing the guy, making sure he was safe in less destructive ways. If it was just Pap, he could protect him on an as-needed basis.

But it wasn't just Pap, and things weren't so clear cut.

Welp. As long as he's being honest.

"Yeah. Can't say it was the whole reason, though."

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