She'd stayed quiet through the explanation, but as he described Greg, a hundred questions rose to mind, worried, anxious, and sharp in their demand in her mind. What does he mean, "a smaller, more broken Blanche?" "Gone?" How--
All of that is cut off by the sudden appearance of Sans.
The teleportation might have been enough in itself to give Lapis a start . . . but the sound in Sans' voice, the pupil gleaming . . .
Her fingers tighten on J's, immediately offput and wary. There's something very wrong in that look, and she doesn't like it -- and even less that she can sense a flicker of apprehension in him in response.
There's no move to be made yet, as far as she can see, but there's something settling here suddenly like a storm shifting inward from the sea.
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All of that is cut off by the sudden appearance of Sans.
The teleportation might have been enough in itself to give Lapis a start . . . but the sound in Sans' voice, the pupil gleaming . . .
Her fingers tighten on J's, immediately offput and wary. There's something very wrong in that look, and she doesn't like it -- and even less that she can sense a flicker of apprehension in him in response.
There's no move to be made yet, as far as she can see, but there's something settling here suddenly like a storm shifting inward from the sea.