[What's it he said to Sans, the day the skeleton's empty-socketed look drilled into him with cold precision, friendly in all respects but brittley, sickeningly incisive to its core?]
[Some people are just born broken.]
[He shoves the bottle back into his pocket with a jolt of his shoulders in a jerky shrug. His throat convulses in a swallow. She's too impossible to look at right now; he stares pointedly at the ground. Not that it helps.]
I was just...that's how it is. That's how it's always been.
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[What's it he said to Sans, the day the skeleton's empty-socketed look drilled into him with cold precision, friendly in all respects but brittley, sickeningly incisive to its core?]
[Some people are just born broken.]
[He shoves the bottle back into his pocket with a jolt of his shoulders in a jerky shrug. His throat convulses in a swallow. She's too impossible to look at right now; he stares pointedly at the ground. Not that it helps.]
I was just...that's how it is. That's how it's always been.