[Sans looks up at the frozen world beyond the base, at the color of the Hunger around them. Their world is in there, eaten. It ended. They might be able to bring it back, but right now, it's done.]
Maybe. [And that feels like the biggest allowance of Sans's life, something that opens up some trembling, frightening hope in him. He knows it ends, and he had theories as to why, but this kind of variable was unpredictable.] Maybe--maybe Frisk is done.
[He's intentionally left Frisk's name out of this so far, but he doesn't notice he's said it now.]
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Maybe. [And that feels like the biggest allowance of Sans's life, something that opens up some trembling, frightening hope in him. He knows it ends, and he had theories as to why, but this kind of variable was unpredictable.] Maybe--maybe Frisk is done.
[He's intentionally left Frisk's name out of this so far, but he doesn't notice he's said it now.]