[Since starting down this road, the minutes have stretched on like years. All his genuine horror at her mother's actions at the start were tempered with a fresh, unpleasant twist of reality.
He still doesn't understand how anyone could kill someone they love. But even moreso, he can't understand a betrayal of trust so great as a parent taking advantage of their own child in the way J had been. If it had been him in her mother's shoes, what would he have done? Could he honestly say the instinct to protect wouldn't take over?
It's all a moot point, in the end. A monster would never do that to their child, would never even fathom the concept. Call it a naive way of living, but Sans vastly prefers it to the web of duplicity J built up around the event, trying to contextualize the event the way a child who still loved their father would.
Hands flexing at his knees, Sans' knuckles crack quietly.]
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He still doesn't understand how anyone could kill someone they love. But even moreso, he can't understand a betrayal of trust so great as a parent taking advantage of their own child in the way J had been. If it had been him in her mother's shoes, what would he have done? Could he honestly say the instinct to protect wouldn't take over?
It's all a moot point, in the end. A monster would never do that to their child, would never even fathom the concept. Call it a naive way of living, but Sans vastly prefers it to the web of duplicity J built up around the event, trying to contextualize the event the way a child who still loved their father would.
Hands flexing at his knees, Sans' knuckles crack quietly.]
You love your Dad a whole lot, huh?