He could tell people anything. Tell them that he tried. Tell them that there was no hope. Tell them, tell three or four of the people who still give a damn about him, for reasons unknown to him, that there was just no point, it was hopeless and a doomed fucking endeavor.
Only he can't, can he? That'd be a lie.
The same reason Tim is rooted here, frozen to the spot, screaming as he tries to convince Sans otherwise instead of trying to take the physical action he wishes he could.
But doesn't.
"My best friend died. Because of me." And that's the danger in it. That's what worms out from behind his teeth, gritty and resistant to his every effort to gnaw it back. "Please. I can't - I never want to lose someone else. Not because of me."
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He could tell people anything. Tell them that he tried. Tell them that there was no hope. Tell them, tell three or four of the people who still give a damn about him, for reasons unknown to him, that there was just no point, it was hopeless and a doomed fucking endeavor.
Only he can't, can he? That'd be a lie.
The same reason Tim is rooted here, frozen to the spot, screaming as he tries to convince Sans otherwise instead of trying to take the physical action he wishes he could.
But doesn't.
"My best friend died. Because of me." And that's the danger in it. That's what worms out from behind his teeth, gritty and resistant to his every effort to gnaw it back. "Please. I can't - I never want to lose someone else. Not because of me."