The words jump out of his mouth before he can stop to consider them--before he can acknowledge that he's telling this to an apparent child murderer. The statement hangs for a second, heavy. Why did now feel like the time to say it? Why to him?
"I forgot. I forgot all about him. I still can't remember much of anything, but..." The music, halting and desperate, starts to come together into something more solid. "That's the only thing I'm sure is real, anymore. It feels... I don't get it. I don't understand it, it scares the piss out of me, but I know it's right.
Greg takes a deep breath. "You've always been sort of an asshole, Sans. But I knew you weren't a bad guy. This is... a bigger scale of it than I expected, is all." Way, way bigger. "What--what I'm saying is, I... we don't... know anything about ourselves, anymore. We've got a heck of a lot to figure out."
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The words jump out of his mouth before he can stop to consider them--before he can acknowledge that he's telling this to an apparent child murderer. The statement hangs for a second, heavy. Why did now feel like the time to say it? Why to him?
"I forgot. I forgot all about him. I still can't remember much of anything, but..." The music, halting and desperate, starts to come together into something more solid. "That's the only thing I'm sure is real, anymore. It feels... I don't get it. I don't understand it, it scares the piss out of me, but I know it's right.
Greg takes a deep breath. "You've always been sort of an asshole, Sans. But I knew you weren't a bad guy. This is... a bigger scale of it than I expected, is all." Way, way bigger. "What--what I'm saying is, I... we don't... know anything about ourselves, anymore. We've got a heck of a lot to figure out."