Sans knows that sound. It's one he's heard himself make more than a few times recently. Everything has been so out of their control, it feels like. Even moments like this.
That feeling of solidarity is probably what gives Sans the will to slip Blanche's hold, the blazingly gold stone flaring between his fingers. He can feel all the warmth that Greg had been missing inside of it, and it occurs to him that even if they are all about to die, he'd rather that Greg have these feelings returned first. It's not right for them to be like this - to have something to integral just taken away.
He knows that feeling so strongly now, and it's not one he ever wants to feel again.
As the leaves shiver and tiny supernovas litter the air, Sans feels himself break free. It's only a moment until he's arrived before Greg, reaching out with his magic and his hand to try to steady him. He lets the two of them settle down to the ground, taking Greg's hands in his. He presses the stone into Greg's hand, only able to hope that he will know what to do instinctively.
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That feeling of solidarity is probably what gives Sans the will to slip Blanche's hold, the blazingly gold stone flaring between his fingers. He can feel all the warmth that Greg had been missing inside of it, and it occurs to him that even if they are all about to die, he'd rather that Greg have these feelings returned first. It's not right for them to be like this - to have something to integral just taken away.
He knows that feeling so strongly now, and it's not one he ever wants to feel again.
As the leaves shiver and tiny supernovas litter the air, Sans feels himself break free. It's only a moment until he's arrived before Greg, reaching out with his magic and his hand to try to steady him. He lets the two of them settle down to the ground, taking Greg's hands in his. He presses the stone into Greg's hand, only able to hope that he will know what to do instinctively.
"Slow down, pal," he says softly. "I got you."