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"ℌ𝔲𝔥?" She found that strange..she hadn't m a d e him do anything, had she?
"𝔑𝔬 ℑ- ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔄𝔇𝔈 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢...𝔄𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣...𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱...ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣... 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢...𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩..."

"*wєll, чσu αctíng чσurѕєlf mαdє mє ѕpαrє чσu." He declared, "*í dσn't knσw hσw σr whч." Though nor did she. Was her kindness really t h a t persuasive?

That's not something she wanted though.. "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱- .....ℑ-" She let out a deplorable sigh. "𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫..."

Maybe it was true; she was happy to know he spared her... It meant something... But... - it wasn't what he originally wanted to do at all... That ...why did that dwell on her...?

"*whч?" He asked, as her sudden apology felt...odd.. If anything, he probably expected her to be pleased. "*thαt'ѕ α gσσd thíng."

She knew it was good... But she dwelled on it not being what he originally wanted to do. He didn't o r i g i n a l l y want to spare her...and he didn't o r i g i n a l l y give her any consideration..

"ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢. 𝔎𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫...𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔭. .." She stated. "𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰 𝔲 𝔭 𝔭 𝔬 𝔰 𝔢 𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫 ...𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔭...𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱...ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥, ℑ 𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔰..." She buried her head in her arms.

For a moment, Sans could of felt a twinge of pity for her..though it couldn't be said for certain. "*hєч, í thínk чσu míght chαngє thíѕ plαcє, вut fσr thє gσσd." He declared, in a sincerely honest way.

Listening to this...made her think..she slowly raised her head up, glancing at him.

"ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡... 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫...𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢...? 𝔒𝔯 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢...?" Her voice sounded frail in a sense, as if she had feared asking this question for some reason.

"*thαt íѕ cσrrєct, kíddσ."

He was...not suspicious anymore? It was now trust? It felt...better...so much better than being suspected of wrong-doings.

She felt a soft smile form on her face as she would turn to him. "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢, 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔰 ~ ℑ 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩." For a moment, her eyes looked like they were full of life, courage, and happiness.

Sans smiled a bit, placing his hand on her head, patting it a few times. "*hєh, чσu'rє wєlcσmє, kíddσ."

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As time passed, it felt as if Sans grew just slightly more used to Laurii being around. Perhaps there was just something about her that made him decide to spare her... But what would that be? She was just a normal human...right? There's nothing that should have deterred him.

Her story was the same... Like every other human, she came from a distasteful place... A distasteful world...What was the difference? Was it because...she was too kind? She doesn't scream or say vulgar things in the face of monsters... She's calmer or more thoughtful? It was true...she didn't judge anybody or anything for just how they looked...moreso, she wanted to believe there was a single hint of good inside everyone...even if it was just a single slither of good. But....

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What was it...?

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"ℌ𝔪....𝔶'𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱? 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰: 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢-𝔶 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔢-𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔰...?

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫; 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩.."

"*thє knífє gαmє? í knσw thαt." It felt like an almost immedient response. Though there would be no use being surprised by that.. She would only glance at him for a moment or so before looking back at her hands, folded together. "𝔒𝔥 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢..𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶! 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔥..𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢! ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩, 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.."

"*í plαч ruѕѕíαn rσulєttє ѕσmєtímєѕ." He replied unpretentiously. Though, hearing this was widely perplexing to her. What was t h a t ...? She stared at Sans with undoubtful curiousity in her eyes. "ℌ𝔪? ...ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔞𝔫....𝔯𝔬𝔲...𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢?" She barely fiddled through the words.

For a few moments further, they would go through, discussing a couple games with unnatural purposes...there was no real point to it... If anything, it was just further bonding ...

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"*єh, чσu σnlч lívє σncє." As he said this simple statement, she placed her weary head down over her arms against the table. By now... It was getting a little bit difficult to stay awake but she would try. "𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔥...ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴...ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩..𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢..𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 ...𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢...𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤..? ℑ𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰."

This thought would wire through her brain..as she had fell victim to one of these incidences a while before... "*чσu mєαn thєч cαn't díє?" He quizzed.

Though seemingly to get the wrong idea or maybe she was being a little too vague with her explanation. "𝔑𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬." She shook her head lightly.

"ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶'𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢...𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔰, ..𝔦𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢..𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱..𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢'𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡..𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫... 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤,..𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡...𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡. 𝔖𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢? 𝔒𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔢?"

"*σncє. thαt wσuld вє juѕt tσσ luckч."

To this, she narrowed her eyes slightly, smiling calmly. She would focus her attention on the wooden counter she lied on. "ℑ 𝔡𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔴..𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨, 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔇𝔒𝔈𝔖 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫..𝔟𝔲𝔱...𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔫, 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢. 𝔄𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩,...𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔗𝔒𝔒 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢." By now, she was just saying nearly a n y t h i n g she possibly could to stay awake. But her mind was slowly delving into the void of dreams..

"*íf чσu'rє rєvívєd, thαt íѕn't rєαllч dчíng tσ mє. thαt'ѕ juѕt чσur вσdч αвσut tσ díє. вut thєч juѕt вrσught чσu вαck.

nσw whєn чσu lívє twícє íѕ whєn чσu díє αnd α dαч lαtєr, чσu cσmє вαck."

She went silent for a moment, thinking about his belief towards the subject.. Maybe his was right. Maybe that is how it is... Though she couldn't care which was right and which was wrong.. It's all just interpretations anyway..

"𝔄𝔞𝔥...ℑ 𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔶... ..." She reached her hand to her eye, wiping it tiredly. "*í guєѕѕ ѕσ."

"𝔈𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶....ℑ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔰...𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔢..." She uttered softly, having her eyes closed fully..it was odd it didn't seem to take much for her to drift off to sleep. "𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫...𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬..."

For the time being, Sans didn't quite take notice in her drifting off to sleep during their conversation. "*wєll вσth σf thєm mαчвє cσrrєct íf чσu thínk αвσut ít." He supposed, though it couldn't be confirmed.

Laurii slowly nodded, calmly and inaudibly mumbling something in response..by now it seemed to be difficult for her to even utter real words. "*whαt díd чα ѕαч?" Sans asked, simply being a bit perplexed by her inaudible mutters, and turned his attention towards her. Perhaps by now he would realize she wasn't completely as lucid as he thought.

"ℑ 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡...ℑ....𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔬....𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔯𝔢...𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶...𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱.." She opened her eyes if only slightly to glance at him, though her vision was graced with blurriness and the heaviness of sleepiness.. She could barely keep them open. "*kíddσ." He gently picked her up from the counter, though it didn't help as much as she was rather limp in a sense. "*чσu αrє fαllíng αѕlєєp αѕ wє ѕpєαk." She didn't want to be rude by falling asleep like this.. But it wasn't like it was something she could help.

She forced herself to open her eyes a bit, looking at him, despite how difficult it seemed to be for her. "𝔖...𝔰𝔬..𝔯𝔯𝔶...𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱....𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱...𝔞....𝔩𝔦...𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢....𝔰𝔩...𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔶..." Her softly spoken words were nearly wisped in mutters, though it didn't seem too inaudible for Sans to understand. She lightly pressed her head against his arm, being pleasantly pleased by it being warm enough for her to fall asleep upon. "*чєα, 'líttlє'." He uttered in clear dissent.

In a little less than a moment or so, the same similar cylindrical particles surrounded them both, and in a sense, they were both wisped away from their seats, leaving the bar behind.

As the particles quickly disappeared they would both be inside a room; Sans' room. Of course, it were messy ...in a sense of; he barely thinks about cleaning it... Though it wouldn't matter, as he would be tenaciously clutching the resting child, perhaps not thinking too much about what he was deciding to do..

He sundered over to his bed, carefully leaning down, he placed her dwindling body on the mattress. It was hard to tell.. If he was doing this out of what little kindness was reminiscing in his heart..or was it...he had some kind of genuine care for her.

Maybe for a moment... He would think that...she....she looked better in a state of peace. A state of tranquility. ...maybe...

He grasped a thickened blanket nearby and draped it over her motionless body. "*thєrє." He muttered to himself. With soft breaths, she unconsciously bundled herself in the warmth of the blanket as what was still conscious in her could sense it's gentle texture if only faintly. "*hєh." It would be as if...Sans felt a twinge of soul-binding warmth escalating towards her; a cold, lifeless hand now resting gently against her head and rubbing it in a soft and otherwise careful manner. Beyond everything else, he was graced with a pleasant warmth beneath his frigid palm.

This warmth was perhaps better.

This gentle warmth of life was better than the constant cold embrace of death he knew and delivered all so often.

He soon removed his hand, leaning up from the sleeping angel.

He walked away from her side, taking his leave, and allowing her to rest her exhausted form, the bedroom door being gently creaked to a shut behind him.

And she would do so, without a single word or sound uttered. She rested in deafening silence.

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"ℌ𝔲𝔥?" She found that strange..she hadn't m a d e him do anything, had she?
"𝔑𝔬 ℑ- ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔄𝔇𝔈 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢...𝔄𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣...𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱...ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣... 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢...𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩..."

"*wєll, чσu αctíng чσurѕєlf mαdє mє ѕpαrє чσu." He declared, "*í dσn't knσw hσw σr whч." Though nor did she. Was her kindness really t h a t persuasive?

That's not something she wanted though.. "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱- .....ℑ-" She let out a deplorable sigh. "𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫..."

Maybe it was true; she was happy to know he spared her... It meant something... But... - it wasn't what he originally wanted to do at all... That ...why did that dwell on her...?

"*whч?" He asked, as her sudden apology felt...odd.. If anything, he probably expected her to be pleased. "*thαt'ѕ α gσσd thíng."

She knew it was good... But she dwelled on it not being what he originally wanted to do. He didn't o r i g i n a l l y want to spare her...and he didn't o r i g i n a l l y give her any consideration..

"ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢. 𝔎𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫...𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔭. .." She stated. "𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰 𝔲 𝔭 𝔭 𝔬 𝔰 𝔢 𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫 ...𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔭...𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱...ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥, ℑ 𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔰..." She buried her head in her arms.

For a moment, Sans could of felt a twinge of pity for her..though it couldn't be said for certain. "*hєч, í thínk чσu míght chαngє thíѕ plαcє, вut fσr thє gσσd." He declared, in a sincerely honest way.

Listening to this...made her think..she slowly raised her head up, glancing at him.

"ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 ℑ 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡... 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫...𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢...? 𝔒𝔯 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢...?" Her voice sounded frail in a sense, as if she had feared asking this question for some reason.

"*thαt íѕ cσrrєct, kíddσ."

He was...not suspicious anymore? It was now trust? It felt...better...so much better than being suspected of wrong-doings.

She felt a soft smile form on her face as she would turn to him. "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢, 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔰 ~ ℑ 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩." For a moment, her eyes looked like they were full of life, courage, and happiness.

Sans smiled a bit, placing his hand on her head, patting it a few times. "*hєh, чσu'rє wєlcσmє, kíddσ."

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As time passed, it felt as if Sans grew just slightly more used to Laurii being around. Perhaps there was just something about her that made him decide to spare her... But what would that be? She was just a normal human...right? There's nothing that should have deterred him.

Her story was the same... Like every other human, she came from a distasteful place... A distasteful world...What was the difference? Was it because...she was too kind? She doesn't scream or say vulgar things in the face of monsters... She's calmer or more thoughtful? It was true...she didn't judge anybody or anything for just how they looked...moreso, she wanted to believe there was a single hint of good inside everyone...even if it was just a single slither of good. But....

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What was it...?

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"ℌ𝔪....𝔶'𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱? 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰: 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢-𝔶 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔢-𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔰...?

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫; 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩.."

"*thє knífє gαmє? í knσw thαt." It felt like an almost immedient response. Though there would be no use being surprised by that.. She would only glance at him for a moment or so before looking back at her hands, folded together. "𝔒𝔥 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢..𝔢𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶! 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔥..𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢! ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱...𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩, 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.."

"*í plαч ruѕѕíαn rσulєttє ѕσmєtímєѕ." He replied unpretentiously. Though, hearing this was widely perplexing to her. What was t h a t ...? She stared at Sans with undoubtful curiousity in her eyes. "ℌ𝔪? ...ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔞𝔫....𝔯𝔬𝔲...𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢?" She barely fiddled through the words.

For a few moments further, they would go through, discussing a couple games with unnatural purposes...there was no real point to it... If anything, it was just further bonding ...

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"*єh, чσu σnlч lívє σncє." As he said this simple statement, she placed her weary head down over her arms against the table. By now... It was getting a little bit difficult to stay awake but she would try. "𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔥...ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴...ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩..𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢..𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 ...𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢...𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤..? ℑ𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰."

This thought would wire through her brain..as she had fell victim to one of these incidences a while before... "*чσu mєαn thєч cαn't díє?" He quizzed.

Though seemingly to get the wrong idea or maybe she was being a little too vague with her explanation. "𝔑𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬." She shook her head lightly.

"ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶'𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢...𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔰, ..𝔦𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢..𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱..𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢'𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡..𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫... 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤,..𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡...𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔡. 𝔖𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢? 𝔒𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔢?"

"*σncє. thαt wσuld вє juѕt tσσ luckч."

To this, she narrowed her eyes slightly, smiling calmly. She would focus her attention on the wooden counter she lied on. "ℑ 𝔡𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔴..𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨, 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔇𝔒𝔈𝔖 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫..𝔟𝔲𝔱...𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔫, 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢. 𝔄𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩,...𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔗𝔒𝔒 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢." By now, she was just saying nearly a n y t h i n g she possibly could to stay awake. But her mind was slowly delving into the void of dreams..

"*íf чσu'rє rєvívєd, thαt íѕn't rєαllч dчíng tσ mє. thαt'ѕ juѕt чσur вσdч αвσut tσ díє. вut thєч juѕt вrσught чσu вαck.

nσw whєn чσu lívє twícє íѕ whєn чσu díє αnd α dαч lαtєr, чσu cσmє вαck."

She went silent for a moment, thinking about his belief towards the subject.. Maybe his was right. Maybe that is how it is... Though she couldn't care which was right and which was wrong.. It's all just interpretations anyway..

"𝔄𝔞𝔥...ℑ 𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔶... ..." She reached her hand to her eye, wiping it tiredly. "*í guєѕѕ ѕσ."

"𝔈𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶....ℑ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔰...𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔢..." She uttered softly, having her eyes closed fully..it was odd it didn't seem to take much for her to drift off to sleep. "𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫...𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬..."

For the time being, Sans didn't quite take notice in her drifting off to sleep during their conversation. "*wєll вσth σf thєm mαчвє cσrrєct íf чσu thínk αвσut ít." He supposed, though it couldn't be confirmed.

Laurii slowly nodded, calmly and inaudibly mumbling something in response..by now it seemed to be difficult for her to even utter real words. "*whαt díd чα ѕαч?" Sans asked, simply being a bit perplexed by her inaudible mutters, and turned his attention towards her. Perhaps by now he would realize she wasn't completely as lucid as he thought.

"ℑ 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡...ℑ....𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔬....𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔯𝔢...𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶...𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱.." She opened her eyes if only slightly to glance at him, though her vision was graced with blurriness and the heaviness of sleepiness.. She could barely keep them open. "*kíddσ." He gently picked her up from the counter, though it didn't help as much as she was rather limp in a sense. "*чσu αrє fαllíng αѕlєєp αѕ wє ѕpєαk." She didn't want to be rude by falling asleep like this.. But it wasn't like it was something she could help.

She forced herself to open her eyes a bit, looking at him, despite how difficult it seemed to be for her. "𝔖...𝔰𝔬..𝔯𝔯𝔶...𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱....𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱...𝔞....𝔩𝔦...𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢....𝔰𝔩...𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔶..." Her softly spoken words were nearly wisped in mutters, though it didn't seem too inaudible for Sans to understand. She lightly pressed her head against his arm, being pleasantly pleased by it being warm enough for her to fall asleep upon. "*чєα, 'líttlє'." He uttered in clear dissent.

In a little less than a moment or so, the same similar cylindrical particles surrounded them both, and in a sense, they were both wisped away from their seats, leaving the bar behind.

As the particles quickly disappeared they would both be inside a room; Sans' room. Of course, it were messy ...in a sense of; he barely thinks about cleaning it... Though it wouldn't matter, as he would be tenaciously clutching the resting child, perhaps not thinking too much about what he was deciding to do..

He sundered over to his bed, carefully leaning down, he placed her dwindling body on the mattress. It was hard to tell.. If he was doing this out of what little kindness was reminiscing in his heart..or was it...he had some kind of genuine care for her.

Maybe for a moment... He would think that...she....she looked better in a state of peace. A state of tranquility. ...maybe...

He grasped a thickened blanket nearby and draped it over her motionless body. "*thєrє." He muttered to himself. With soft breaths, she unconsciously bundled herself in the warmth of the blanket as what was still conscious in her could sense it's gentle texture if only faintly. "*hєh." It would be as if...Sans felt a twinge of soul-binding warmth escalating towards her; a cold, lifeless hand now resting gently against her head and rubbing it in a soft and otherwise careful manner. Beyond everything else, he was graced with a pleasant warmth beneath his frigid palm.

This warmth was perhaps better.

This gentle warmth of life was better than the constant cold embrace of death he knew and delivered all so often.

He soon removed his hand, leaning up from the sleeping angel.

He walked away from her side, taking his leave, and allowing her to rest her exhausted form, the bedroom door being gently creaked to a shut behind him.

And she would do so, without a single word or sound uttered. She rested in deafening silence.