"Don't touch me!" His tone is shrill and he immediately flinches back several paces, arms upraised to shield himself from something that doesn't come.
The shadow's gaze smolders, glinting bronze.
"You still trust him? Even if he can't bear to look at you?" Its tone is ravenous, the words hissing like steam from a kettle. "Even if he can't bear to let you touch him? You always hated people touching you, didn't you, Timothy? Too many doctors who grabbed you without asking and made you swallow those pills and had to keep you tied down because otherwise you'd hurt yourself, am I right? Does he tell you that, Sans?"
Shut up. Tim mouths the words but they issue soundlessly, his eyes heating and wet.
"Look at him. He's crying. He always cries. Does he tell you how much he still can't bear to look at you, because you remind him of a nightmare he could never really shake?" Its voice pitches upward into something akin to a roar. "A nightmare that might not even be real, Timothy! Because you're delusional, the same as you've always been!"
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The shadow's gaze smolders, glinting bronze.
"You still trust him? Even if he can't bear to look at you?" Its tone is ravenous, the words hissing like steam from a kettle. "Even if he can't bear to let you touch him? You always hated people touching you, didn't you, Timothy? Too many doctors who grabbed you without asking and made you swallow those pills and had to keep you tied down because otherwise you'd hurt yourself, am I right? Does he tell you that, Sans?"
Shut up. Tim mouths the words but they issue soundlessly, his eyes heating and wet.
"Look at him. He's crying. He always cries. Does he tell you how much he still can't bear to look at you, because you remind him of a nightmare he could never really shake?" Its voice pitches upward into something akin to a roar. "A nightmare that might not even be real, Timothy! Because you're delusional, the same as you've always been!"