[He looks, eye sockets narrowed to slits as the lights that resided within them seemed to glow brighter. Eager. Seeking out anything that might resemble the glow of a soul, a proper one, salvageable under all the muck coursing through the kids veins.
It was there, of course. But the weight of it seemed impossibly huge -- all conscious barrier between killing and mercy stripped away by the virus. It wasn't the same soul he'd seen when he met this kid in the mall. It didn't even shine with the same color.
It isn't the answer Sans wants, but there was no more ignoring the fact he wasn't getting a better one.]
Alright. [Despite the lack of lungs, Sans sounded out of breath, wheezing out the words between barrages of bones. He didn't bother holding back this time, bones striking without the mercy he'd shown before. This time, they hit with a constant, burning pain that didn't let up as long as Peter remained in contact with them.
Sans didn't want to hurt the guy.
But it wasn't his fight, either.
When Peter recovers from the blow, he'll see his prey vanished entirely.]
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It was there, of course. But the weight of it seemed impossibly huge -- all conscious barrier between killing and mercy stripped away by the virus. It wasn't the same soul he'd seen when he met this kid in the mall. It didn't even shine with the same color.
It isn't the answer Sans wants, but there was no more ignoring the fact he wasn't getting a better one.]
Alright. [Despite the lack of lungs, Sans sounded out of breath, wheezing out the words between barrages of bones. He didn't bother holding back this time, bones striking without the mercy he'd shown before. This time, they hit with a constant, burning pain that didn't let up as long as Peter remained in contact with them.
Sans didn't want to hurt the guy.
But it wasn't his fight, either.
When Peter recovers from the blow, he'll see his prey vanished entirely.]