Great. Great. Perfect. Sans is only getting more upset as the conversation goes on; what's worse is, J's following along that same path, and he knows it, and he's having a hell of a time stopping himself. "It works that way wherever you're from - how d'you know it works the same way here?" If the Music itself worked differently, there was no guarantee that anything from any other dimension stayed consistent.
"Because I'm a secret agent and I don't like talkin' about my life." The words are out before he can stop himself. "It's kind of a hard habit to break." He straightens up and stops for a moment as Sans throws that last question at him. Consent has always been a touchy issue at the Agency, with some very ironclad rules: you don't meddle without consent. It's why missions are always preceded by a cry for help; it's to keep anyone from walking off the slippery slope that comes with the ability to manipulate someone's soul. But here...he's been skirting the line and he knows it. Whether or not brainwashed people can give consent is an ugly question he's been mostly avoiding. No wonder life is weighing heavy on him here.
"All I've been doin' is fixin' the damage the labels have caused," he finally says, and it's the truth, "gettin' people back to whatever counts as normal for 'em. For you...three times. The first two were in those weird wakin' dreams that I don't think any of the musicians remembered - I'm guessin' what happened there doesn't matter, 'cause neither of 'em took. The third was a few days back, with the crystal."
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"Because I'm a secret agent and I don't like talkin' about my life." The words are out before he can stop himself. "It's kind of a hard habit to break." He straightens up and stops for a moment as Sans throws that last question at him. Consent has always been a touchy issue at the Agency, with some very ironclad rules: you don't meddle without consent. It's why missions are always preceded by a cry for help; it's to keep anyone from walking off the slippery slope that comes with the ability to manipulate someone's soul. But here...he's been skirting the line and he knows it. Whether or not brainwashed people can give consent is an ugly question he's been mostly avoiding. No wonder life is weighing heavy on him here.
"All I've been doin' is fixin' the damage the labels have caused," he finally says, and it's the truth, "gettin' people back to whatever counts as normal for 'em. For you...three times. The first two were in those weird wakin' dreams that I don't think any of the musicians remembered - I'm guessin' what happened there doesn't matter, 'cause neither of 'em took. The third was a few days back, with the crystal."