[Sans doesn't even really notice Artolo's reaction to chomping down on nothing but bone. All he can think about is that pain in his arm, and the image of that poor fish girl getting stabbed, and abruptly turning to dust. Is it really that easy? Is that really all there is in between life and death for people like him?
He remembers watching. He remembers not doing anything at all.
Until the moment that he did.
He reaches out for the shining grey shape he saw fall a moment before. He almost can't do it, between the throbbing in his arm and the ringing in his head. The glove and the brace covering his skeletal fingers makes them feel so clumsy and useless. But he has to, something urges him, deep within. He has to act, or he's as good as dead.
He clasps the cheese knife in his hand, and plunges the blade into Artolo's side.]
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He remembers watching. He remembers not doing anything at all.
Until the moment that he did.
He reaches out for the shining grey shape he saw fall a moment before. He almost can't do it, between the throbbing in his arm and the ringing in his head. The glove and the brace covering his skeletal fingers makes them feel so clumsy and useless. But he has to, something urges him, deep within. He has to act, or he's as good as dead.
He clasps the cheese knife in his hand, and plunges the blade into Artolo's side.]