[They go quiet, and Sans says nothing, glancing up at them. They've gone all pale, shaky. They say they did fail, and he still doesn't answer. He gets it. They've never exactly shied away from the concept of death, but that first time must've been...]
[He decides to stop thinking about it. It's none of his business. He probably shouldn't have brought it up at all.]
[They slowly come back down, and he's patient, not saying a word until they do.]
that's a good way of putting it. dirt.
[His eyesockets lid partway as they talk about Frisk. What decisions were their own, and what were simply what everyone expected of them. No, what everyone wanted of them. Because most monsters expected something very different, and the point was that Frisk proved them wrong. But how much of it was trial and error? At what point must Frisk have started feeling like none of their decisions were really their own?]
[Another reason it's so easy for them to feel like they're not a good person.]
i think people...want something to blame, maybe. or someone. heh, that's probably why people come up with prophecies about angels and such. create someone to blame. if you can't blame someone else, you can blame yourself. i think because the idea that none of us really, uh...have that much control, that sometimes shit just happens, even to, uh...to really determined kids...i think that idea is just scary. to a lot of people. i dunno. i kinda see it as a comfort.
[He blames himself for plenty, and he blames other people for plenty other things, but it's exhausting. It wears you down. Sinks you into that rut like Chara mentioned. Realizing that the world is neutral and that things don't always happen for a reason is still kind of shitty, but at least then, it's no one's fault.]
maybe when you start blaming yourself for something, you find ways to...rationalize it. that there's something fundamentally wrong with you, and that's why the bad stuff is happening. and...heh. all it takes is one other person to agree with you, justify your reasons. and then it's like...locked in. stuck inside you. you blame yourself, and because one other person blames you too, it must be the truth.
[And it must have been a thousand times worse for the kids. An entire species blaming them--blaming two kids, without knowing the second was even there.]
no subject
[He decides to stop thinking about it. It's none of his business. He probably shouldn't have brought it up at all.]
[They slowly come back down, and he's patient, not saying a word until they do.]
that's a good way of putting it. dirt.
[His eyesockets lid partway as they talk about Frisk. What decisions were their own, and what were simply what everyone expected of them. No, what everyone wanted of them. Because most monsters expected something very different, and the point was that Frisk proved them wrong. But how much of it was trial and error? At what point must Frisk have started feeling like none of their decisions were really their own?]
[Another reason it's so easy for them to feel like they're not a good person.]
i think people...want something to blame, maybe. or someone. heh, that's probably why people come up with prophecies about angels and such. create someone to blame. if you can't blame someone else, you can blame yourself. i think because the idea that none of us really, uh...have that much control, that sometimes shit just happens, even to, uh...to really determined kids...i think that idea is just scary. to a lot of people. i dunno. i kinda see it as a comfort.
[He blames himself for plenty, and he blames other people for plenty other things, but it's exhausting. It wears you down. Sinks you into that rut like Chara mentioned. Realizing that the world is neutral and that things don't always happen for a reason is still kind of shitty, but at least then, it's no one's fault.]
maybe when you start blaming yourself for something, you find ways to...rationalize it. that there's something fundamentally wrong with you, and that's why the bad stuff is happening. and...heh. all it takes is one other person to agree with you, justify your reasons. and then it's like...locked in. stuck inside you. you blame yourself, and because one other person blames you too, it must be the truth.
[And it must have been a thousand times worse for the kids. An entire species blaming them--blaming two kids, without knowing the second was even there.]