[There it is! They'd wondered when it'd show up. Comic Sans no longer, in every sense of the phrase.
And, funnily enough, it's a lot of things.
Almost feels like an objective. If X, then Y. Skip the extraneous stuff, skip the puzzles, skip the dialogue. Go right to the final boss. They always knew Papyrus mattered, but the game is different now. What Sans wants to protect has narrowed down. And now Chara knows for certain how to make the absolute worst come crashing down onto them. The wild, oblivion-starved part of them almost wants to rush off and try it here and now, for no real reason beyond the fact that they can. The fact that they know that LV 3 is nowhere near enough to stand a chance, and it'll be as hilarious as intentionally pointing a shield away from Undyne's spears had been. As hilarious as getting dunked on was.
But it's reassurance, somehow, too. Animosity is a certainty. Familiar ground. As easily comprehended and predicted as numbers following a pattern. These terms are much more stable than whatever nebulous truce they had before this. Their secret is about as close to safe as it can get, circumstances being what they are. A Mexican standoff might not seem like any comfort, but that tense, wary mutual deterrence feels much more reliable than anything as breakable as trust.]
Understood. We have both made ourselves perfectly clear.
It's a huge weight off my chest. We understand each other so well, Sans, don't we?
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And, funnily enough, it's a lot of things.
Almost feels like an objective. If X, then Y. Skip the extraneous stuff, skip the puzzles, skip the dialogue. Go right to the final boss. They always knew Papyrus mattered, but the game is different now. What Sans wants to protect has narrowed down. And now Chara knows for certain how to make the absolute worst come crashing down onto them. The wild, oblivion-starved part of them almost wants to rush off and try it here and now, for no real reason beyond the fact that they can. The fact that they know that LV 3 is nowhere near enough to stand a chance, and it'll be as hilarious as intentionally pointing a shield away from Undyne's spears had been. As hilarious as getting dunked on was.
But it's reassurance, somehow, too. Animosity is a certainty. Familiar ground. As easily comprehended and predicted as numbers following a pattern. These terms are much more stable than whatever nebulous truce they had before this. Their secret is about as close to safe as it can get, circumstances being what they are. A Mexican standoff might not seem like any comfort, but that tense, wary mutual deterrence feels much more reliable than anything as breakable as trust.]
Understood. We have both made ourselves perfectly clear.
It's a huge weight off my chest. We understand each other so well, Sans, don't we?