[No matter how soft, careful or comforting his words are supposed to be they still cut through the air like a knife and hit her right in the heart. Her breathing stops for a moment as his words roams inside her mind, dragging out a lingering memory.
"It's not your fault that you're like this." It's been years since that day but she can hear the anxious and cold voice in her head, as if she had been with him here in the Pantry instead of Sans. At the time J hadn't understood why Paul had said those words, leaving her only feeling hurt and betrayed, but now she could see a new meaning behind them. A clumsy and awkward attempt to comfort and reluctant care.
"What happened to you wasn't your fault."
But unlike with Paul, there is no rejection in Sans' words. No discomfort or disgust, only acceptance and understanding. ]
What about them? [Her voice is quiet and shaky when she breaks the silence, drawing her knees closer to her body and shoulder tensing up. ] The things that happened to them, whose fault are those if not mine.
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"It's not your fault that you're like this." It's been years since that day but she can hear the anxious and cold voice in her head, as if she had been with him here in the Pantry instead of Sans. At the time J hadn't understood why Paul had said those words, leaving her only feeling hurt and betrayed, but now she could see a new meaning behind them. A clumsy and awkward attempt to comfort and reluctant care.
"What happened to you wasn't your fault."
But unlike with Paul, there is no rejection in Sans' words. No discomfort or disgust, only acceptance and understanding. ]
What about them? [Her voice is quiet and shaky when she breaks the silence, drawing her knees closer to her body and shoulder tensing up. ] The things that happened to them, whose fault are those if not mine.