[Words. Just words. Bravado, and nothing more. That's all Sans has.
It's all Chara has too, so at least they're starting off on equal ground.
But they're not here to be friends. Good friends, good food, bad laughs... those were always meant for someone else. No, what they got were the bad times. They were here to be a weapon, to feed only off the split-second chime of LOVE increasing, the wild thrill of a heroine's spears cutting them down, the visceral struggle of facing someone who had nothing left to lose.
And even here! Even now! It was still so easy to coax it out of Sans. Not a single ghost of a reason to fight anymore, except for whatever threats and provocations Chara could muster up, and they were already safe and secure in a promising little cocoon of impending bad times.]
That's exactly as I want it, Sans. Like your brother, you're. Forgettable. There's nothing worth knowing.
You can tell yourself I don't understand you all you like. I suspect that, too, is part of the reason behind my summoning. I will be the one, then, who wants it to end for the bad reasons. Who is tired out by the wrong cause. The one promises don't truly apply to.
And you... you'll give me nothing but a bad time, and I'll relish every second of it. How lucky for me. Even when nothing changes, I still have something new to look forward to.
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It's all Chara has too, so at least they're starting off on equal ground.
But they're not here to be friends. Good friends, good food, bad laughs... those were always meant for someone else. No, what they got were the bad times. They were here to be a weapon, to feed only off the split-second chime of LOVE increasing, the wild thrill of a heroine's spears cutting them down, the visceral struggle of facing someone who had nothing left to lose.
And even here! Even now! It was still so easy to coax it out of Sans. Not a single ghost of a reason to fight anymore, except for whatever threats and provocations Chara could muster up, and they were already safe and secure in a promising little cocoon of impending bad times.]
That's exactly as I want it, Sans. Like your brother, you're. Forgettable. There's nothing worth knowing.
You can tell yourself I don't understand you all you like. I suspect that, too, is part of the reason behind my summoning. I will be the one, then, who wants it to end for the bad reasons. Who is tired out by the wrong cause. The one promises don't truly apply to.
And you... you'll give me nothing but a bad time, and I'll relish every second of it. How lucky for me. Even when nothing changes, I still have something new to look forward to.