[ No one in this place seems to, is the thing. Try. Care. It's turning his entire worldview on its head. He's a royal. Everyone should care about his well-being. Everyone always has.
Maybe San's ambivalence is infectious. Or maybe the seemingly limitless fuel for his anger has finally burned out. ]
But, whatever. Fuck you too. [ Sans won't have to worry about going anywhere because with a huff, Finley pushes himself back up off the sand and starts to take his leave. He still wins, in his mind, if he's the one to walk away first. ]
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[ No one in this place seems to, is the thing. Try. Care. It's turning his entire worldview on its head. He's a royal. Everyone should care about his well-being. Everyone always has.
Maybe San's ambivalence is infectious. Or maybe the seemingly limitless fuel for his anger has finally burned out. ]
But, whatever. Fuck you too. [ Sans won't have to worry about going anywhere because with a huff, Finley pushes himself back up off the sand and starts to take his leave. He still wins, in his mind, if he's the one to walk away first. ]