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Ultimately, he thinks he should have seen it coming.
He should have known, that despite everything, his world was destined to fall apart before him.
It doesn’t even matter where he is anymore.
He doesn’t care that he’s on the Surface again.
He sees the sun, but feels no warmth.
It’s cold.
I told you, Sans.
The phantom hovers near to him, mocking no longer in their tone—just matter-of-fact flatness.
You can't change anything, they tell him. ...This is the way it is.
That, there—the new, strange lilt to their voice...
It almost sounds like pity.
They almost seem sorry for him, buried deep, deep in their eyes. He wishes they didn't. He wishes, suddenly, they'd stay the way they had been—cold, and taunting. Bitter to his struggles; nonchalant and cruel.
But, they're simply there, staring at him. Not even a "I told you so" expression on them. Just blank, silent solemnity.
And...
They're right.
The world isn't the the way you said it was—the way you'd promised him. Monsters are cruel, just as humans are; maybe more so.
Probably, really, because even as he lies there, still and about as dead as a living skeleton can be, he hears one of the humans from the nearby village approach and ask him if he's alright. They are kind to him, asking him if he's hurt in any way—they're likely a mage, he guesses. They can probably see the state of his soul somehow.
They grab onto him, trying to gently hoist him up—murmuring something like assurance. When he refuses to move any further they try healing him with their magic, touching hands tentatively to his beaten bones; but it's only able to do so much.
Not even a mage's magic can fix a broken soul.
They should know that. They likely do; they are just humoring him.
They...
...Remind him of you.
That is one of the reasons Sans pushes them away.
"d... don't."
He doesn't deserve it.
He doesn't deserve to live, doing what he did to you.
Leaving
you.
"But you... ans, right?" Their voice starts to fade in and out, a distant whisper some times, and an alarm others. "Don't... I have to... pyrus..."
Why would his brother want to see him now?
He's failed you.
He left you to die down there.
He...
. . .
He just wants to fall asleep, now. He hopes the human understands that.
He can't even hear Chara's monotone voice anymore. They've gone back, unable to stay. He wishes they would have had more time, to berate him, and fill his soul with pain all the more.
But now he's to die alone, as the human runs off, in search of help, most likely. He's grateful for them. By the time the other humans find him here, he'll be gone.
They'll find him withered away, like a flower. Much like the one he'd lost.
His bones feel heavier than before, now. He's losing feeling. He's losing sight.
Darkness peers into the edge of his vision—it blinds him, until he fades and falls into its embrace. He welcomes it wholeheartedly.
It's lonely.
...But, in his dreams,
he is with you.