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[There's that look on Clem's face, and on Jay's face, the one people always get when they find out. It's gone in the next moment, because there's a thousand other things to focus on right now. A thousand other hurts.]

[Tim says he wants to be normal, wants to not poison everyone, and god, they really are alike, aren't they? It seems more like an almost literal poison in Tim's case, or at least that's how he perceives it. But still. Poison is poison.]

then...then we'll stay.

[Which means he'll keep feeling useless, keep being some spectator as these two rip each other's souls out. And that goddamn movie is still playing in the background, casting a level of absurdity over everything. Sans can't even appreciate the humor right now. Nothing is funny.]

you haven't poisoned me any worse than i already was, tim. hell, half the time i'm thinking about how i'm probably doing that to you. to--everyone. poison...cancels out poison, maybe. maybe that's why we get along.

i came out wrong. i've been wrong my entire life. you can't make this any worse for me, tim. if some...weird, eldritch thing comes after me then...ha, god, it won't even be the first time.

[He gives a very, very heavy sigh.]

i think jay is right. nothing about this sounds simple.