"Why the hell shouldn't I?" he flares up abruptly, balling his fists at his sides. Sans is tired. Sans has reached his limit. He's pushed Sans to his limit, which means that he's not gonna go about chasing him anymore. And Max - if he tries to run, will she follow? Will she throw in with Sans? She's known him longer, hasn't she?

Fuck this. Fuck this.

"You see how this spreads," he says, jabbing a finger to his own temple, and he can't shake the chill of realization that it's exactly what Alex said, it's almost exactly how Alex said it as he lay there bleeding out on the concrete. "If anyone says anything, if I say anything, it's gonna start all over again, and I don't want - I don't want Alex to have died for nothing."

Fuck.

Fuck. This.