He won't attack. He knows he won't, and now Sans knows he won't either. He can't bring himself to, not even to save his own skin. That's never really enough. It's only ever someone else on the line, someone else's life at stake. Or someone else's death on his hands.
He steps back, hands fisting into his own hair -
And bolts the other way.
If he can't do it here, he'll do it some other way.
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He won't attack. He knows he won't, and now Sans knows he won't either. He can't bring himself to, not even to save his own skin. That's never really enough. It's only ever someone else on the line, someone else's life at stake. Or someone else's death on his hands.
He steps back, hands fisting into his own hair -
And bolts the other way.
If he can't do it here, he'll do it some other way.