[God. And they had to deal with him just being there, huh? Do they remember anything? Does he leave a trail of antispace and antiparticles like a veil drifting off behind him?
Who can say, really?
i'm sorry, kid. He almost says it. But he doesn't. What's he got to apologize for, really? Sure, he feels responsible, but all that's gonna do is raise red flags and make things worse, ain't it?]
look. i realize i ain't really the best guy for advice. pretty terrible when it comes to advice, actually. but maybe...don't think about him, if you can.
[Maybe Gaster's also the poster boy for "This is why we can't have nice things".
But Chara is also having difficulty in asking Sans if he's okay too - because that man was...quite a number of things! - so they'll just. Awkwardly skip it.]
Do you know if he spoke to anyone else?
[Like, say, a certain child that they'd both be acquainted with?]
[Chara knows that Sans dodges words as well as blades but this was a little different. A 'yes' but...well, if it involves something that was 'impossible' then it makes sense - ironically enough - to say it didn't make sense at all.]
[That other Frisk's words ring uncomfortably in his ossicles still, even now. 👎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♏︎♋︎♍︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎. A clear warning, as if - well, he don't need to strain the imagination to know why teaching 'em would be a bad idea. Either one of 'em.]
[Yeah, well. Sans would know how hard it can be, keepin' stuff like that. Still not sure how much the kid carries with 'em, but they shouldn't have to do it alone. And if they're even keepin' it from Frisk -
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[Coming along to burning themselves. And at the rate things were going it was probably impossible for that to happen here too.
But yeah. Much the same way.]
But he was.
I know that. He was there.
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[God. And they had to deal with him just being there, huh? Do they remember anything? Does he leave a trail of antispace and antiparticles like a veil drifting off behind him?
Who can say, really?
i'm sorry, kid. He almost says it. But he doesn't. What's he got to apologize for, really? Sure, he feels responsible, but all that's gonna do is raise red flags and make things worse, ain't it?]
look. i realize i ain't really the best guy for advice.
pretty terrible when it comes to advice, actually.
but maybe...don't think about him, if you can.
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I think too much.
But I'll try to drop this.
[But whatever that man was...it was something that appealed to them.]
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like you had to be looking at it weird.
[Some people called it speaking in hands. Some would call it sign language. Some would call it pictographic, hieroglyphic, what have you.
Not a code, not a language, not so much. Just a different way of saying things. A different font, one might say.
But he ain't gonna say it.]
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I knew what he was saying. But it took awhile. He seemed
Very, very interested in this place.
[Like a teacher.
Like a scientist.]
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kind of an ass about it too.
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[It sounds like it.]
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[Not that he was real happy about it, mind.]
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But Chara is also having difficulty in asking Sans if he's okay too - because that man was...quite a number of things! - so they'll just. Awkwardly skip it.]
Do you know if he spoke to anyone else?
[Like, say, a certain child that they'd both be acquainted with?]
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hard to keep an eyesocket on something that doesn't really exist.
[Though if Chara ran into him, there's really no telling who else might'a stumbled across the old bastard. Yeah. This is just fantastic.]
for, uh, what it's worth?
i told him to stay away from the both of you.
not really a guy who tends to listen to me, though.
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You know him.
[They're listening, and there's no other way that Chara can take 'not really a guy who tends to listen to me.']
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and most of it don't make sense.
[But that's about the most direct kind of yes they could hope for, where this stuff is concerned.]
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Very few things do.
But it's best to let sleeping men lie, yes?
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didn't bother you, did he?
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Nothing too hard.
[Chara wants to ask how Sans knew this man but...well, they already said it. 'Let sleeping men lie.']
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after the way things went before...
well, it's good you and frisk are ok.
[Relatively, anyway. As "okay" as people like them get.]
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I do not know if they spoke to that man, but they have not said so either way.
I do not plan on telling them.
['So don't say anything either', goes unsaid.]
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[That other Frisk's words ring uncomfortably in his ossicles still, even now. 👎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♏︎♋︎♍︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎. A clear warning, as if - well, he don't need to strain the imagination to know why teaching 'em would be a bad idea. Either one of 'em.]
hey.
kid?
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sorry about all the secrets.
be careful with 'em, ok?
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[Chara knows that as well as anyone else.]
But I will do the best with what I have.
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It ain't his business, though, huh?]
thanks, kid.
take care.