Sans was never one to practice his magic. Never one to train. People like Papyrus and Undyne, they were incredible magic users with strong defense and an incredible output. Sans... he leaned on natural talent and fighting dirty. It got him as far as it needed to go.
There was no fighting dirty with healing magic. You focused your energy and you did it -- and how long it took depended entirely on how strong your output. Cheating death was as impossible as everyone said it was.
He let his hands fall to his sides, heavy and numb. There was nothing he could do, and he knew it. Her words came in as if through cotton, followed up by Asriel's pleas. It takes him a beat too long to respond to either of them.
"Tori, I--please don't do this." It's a stupid, selfish thing to ask. He's not even sure what he's asking. "I suck at promises, you know that, so you gotta stick around."
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There was no fighting dirty with healing magic. You focused your energy and you did it -- and how long it took depended entirely on how strong your output. Cheating death was as impossible as everyone said it was.
He let his hands fall to his sides, heavy and numb. There was nothing he could do, and he knew it. Her words came in as if through cotton, followed up by Asriel's pleas. It takes him a beat too long to respond to either of them.
"Tori, I--please don't do this." It's a stupid, selfish thing to ask. He's not even sure what he's asking. "I suck at promises, you know that, so you gotta stick around."