[Whatever reaction Sans is expecting, it's probably not the one he gets.
'maybe sometimes it's better to take what's given to you [...] is what you have to do really worth it?'
Those words. They weren't in the same order or quite the same intentions behind them maybe. But Frisk knows them. Frisk whirls around to stare at him, breath catching in their throat as the snow dies away completely.
'well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now.'
A smile spreads across their face, a wistful and hopeful thing all in one. Unbidden, small yellow flowers peek out from around their feet, covered in frost as they are. Frisk shakes their head.]
I don't think I can. I didn't... get this far by giving up, did I?
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'maybe sometimes it's better to take what's given to you [...] is what you have to do really worth it?'
Those words. They weren't in the same order or quite the same intentions behind them maybe. But Frisk knows them. Frisk whirls around to stare at him, breath catching in their throat as the snow dies away completely.
'well, if I were you, I would have thrown in the towel by now.'
A smile spreads across their face, a wistful and hopeful thing all in one. Unbidden, small yellow flowers peek out from around their feet, covered in frost as they are. Frisk shakes their head.]
I don't think I can. I didn't... get this far by giving up, did I?
[Especially not on people they care about.]