[From their small bubble -- private only by the grace of some unspoken, tenuous promise with the rest of the world -- Sans' eye sockets soften slightly. From this close vantage, Eddie's body language was easy to see and even easier to read.
The fears of children were sometimes just that -- childish. Fear of punishment, fear of reprisal, fear of the unknown. But sometimes, there was something deeper about those anxieties. Something that settled past the what ifs into concrete certainty.
When Eddie says she'd lock me away, it wasn't a trembling kid anxious over missing dinner. It was the assertion of a child who knew his mother, and knew how she might react.
She wasn't the first mother Sans had ever heard of, who wished desperately for her children to be protected even at the limits of their freedoms. He could remember as clear as day, one such mother reaching out to him through a locked door, imploring him to protect any children who walked through it.
But unlike Eddie's mother, children did walk through that door.
She did let them go.
Whoever this woman was, things were different. Wrong, somehow.]
Hey. [Sans begins, choosing his words carefully.] That's... you don't have to be ashamed of that, kid. Sometimes... sometimes, it's easier, not having to worry about yourself and someone else.
[His perpetual grin tightens a little.]
Your mom sounds like she gives you kinda a lot to worry about, huh?
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[From their small bubble -- private only by the grace of some unspoken, tenuous promise with the rest of the world -- Sans' eye sockets soften slightly. From this close vantage, Eddie's body language was easy to see and even easier to read.
The fears of children were sometimes just that -- childish. Fear of punishment, fear of reprisal, fear of the unknown. But sometimes, there was something deeper about those anxieties. Something that settled past the what ifs into concrete certainty.
When Eddie says she'd lock me away, it wasn't a trembling kid anxious over missing dinner. It was the assertion of a child who knew his mother, and knew how she might react.
She wasn't the first mother Sans had ever heard of, who wished desperately for her children to be protected even at the limits of their freedoms. He could remember as clear as day, one such mother reaching out to him through a locked door, imploring him to protect any children who walked through it.
But unlike Eddie's mother, children did walk through that door.
She did let them go.
Whoever this woman was, things were different. Wrong, somehow.]
Hey. [Sans begins, choosing his words carefully.] That's... you don't have to be ashamed of that, kid. Sometimes... sometimes, it's easier, not having to worry about yourself and someone else.
[His perpetual grin tightens a little.]
Your mom sounds like she gives you kinda a lot to worry about, huh?