[Arno pauses, mouth twisting as he considers Sans' offer. Normally he'd simply say something right away, but here he's being given an opportunity to think before asking it. He crosses his arms finally, and lets out an amused huff.]
You're not a Dullahan, and you're not just a skeleton. What exactly are you? [That's about as invasive as he'll get. Give the man a chance to ask something truly private, and he blows it by trying to be a gentleman.]
[The question isn't one he hasn't been asked before, and its one he tends to reply to with a circular web of non-answers -- less out of a desire to keep a secret and more in the interest of being an asshole.
But they had a deal. If there's one thing to say about Sans, it's that he keeps his word.]
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You're not a Dullahan, and you're not just a skeleton. What exactly are you? [That's about as invasive as he'll get. Give the man a chance to ask something truly private, and he blows it by trying to be a gentleman.]
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But they had a deal. If there's one thing to say about Sans, it's that he keeps his word.]
I'm a monster.