[Couldn't fault the kid. Sans loved their king with the passive, distant fondness all monsters did, but the reality was he didn't know much about him. Few were flawless, even if they appeared for all the world to be doing their best. You couldn't know the full extent of someone's life from a story, or a brief glimpse of their choices.
... It was something it took Sans longer than he cared to admit to learn.]
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... It was something it took Sans longer than he cared to admit to learn.]
... I'm sorry, kid.