He just..stared at her. "Is..that too much to ask?" He repeated her words. |Is it?| he wondered. Had she gotten through to him? Partially. He still held his bone attack in hand, just looking at her. She realized his highlights had turned to a more pink-ish color. They were still a heart shape however. "S-..Sans?" He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his weapon, then to her. "You- You trust me right?" He asked her. She didn't know. "Reply." He had a desperate face. "Reply to me, please." "WHY WON'T YOU SPEAK UP?!" He raised the weapon and was about to stab her. But he just..couldn't. He wanted to, but something in his SOUL wouldn't let him. His hands were shaking now, his whole body was shaking. One side of him said to kill her, the other said to spare her. F She desperately wished she could run right now. Just to avoid this question. She… sorta did? But… also… not. After all that he’d done to her, how could she? But… He wasn’t all bad all the time. He had at least some sense of mercy. …sometimes. But he wasn’t exactly trustworthy. |Swap was trustworthy. Is. He’s still in there.| …just do it. “I… I trusted Swap.” She carefully replied. |Will that offend him?… I should hope not. I barely said anything that would. …except, uh, completely ignoring his question. | …She could see the internal debate- spare or fight? …kill or keep alive? |That decision… Well, the feeling is mutual.| P He lowered his weapon. He had an idea, he started to cry. But those tears, they weren't apart of the act, or the idea. They were real tears. "God i'm so f[...]ing sorry- I-" He hiccuped. Hell, this whole thing wasn't apart of his idea. His own emotions got the better of him. In a good way, this time. He just..sobbed. "I'm sorry- Why did I even want to kill you?!- You're my friend so-" He stopped. "Yo-you still.." "You still think me as a friend ri-right? I'm your friend, your my friend? Right?" He gulped. This plan wasn't going to work if she didn't think so. But then again, even without the plan..a n d i f h e w a s n o r m a l he just..couldn't, if she answered no to that. ' And if he was normal. ' But he wasn't. And he was aware, very aware of that. But again, somewhere in his SOU,L he didn't care. He just needed her. Her. HER. F |…well, this isn’t ideal, is it.| She… wanted to say yes. She really did. He had been her friend before, hadn’t he? She’d enjoyed spending time with him. But… could she say confidently that he was a friend? After…everything? …he|| no. But she saw that… something was different. He changed. Maybe just a little bit, but… he wasn’t trying to kill her anymore. It was a start. So, she was going to give him a chance. “…y-yeah. Yeah.” |I just told the guy who chained me to the friggin- I told him that I’m his friend. Wow. I’m an idiot. …swap, you gotta come back.|
