There are good days and there are bad days. Days where she can get up and move around and hardly see him or hear his voice. Then there are days he dogs her steps, waits for her around every corner, grinning and bloodstained. She's going to have to talk about this with Ocelot or Eric... She's been doing a lot of that these days, but that may just be what happens when one starts hallucinating dead friends.

It's a bad day. Or the beginning of one, hard to tell. She nearly walks straight past the painfully familiar figure, wondering idly of her mind has decided to double down when what she's seeing registers.

It's... Dramatic. She'll be embarrassed about it later, when her entire mind doesn't freeze and the strength is back in her legs. They don't come back, they never come back.. She already knows that's a lie, yet still. She takes an unsteady step towards him, ready for him to vanish into thin air.

"...Sans?"