[Sans thinks that's enough for now. Again, he's not sure how to comfort her. He's the cause of the distress anyway, even if she asked for it. He goes for a lighter tone.] I'll go with you if you want. I know her favorite food.
[She sniffles once, and then scrubs her eyes with her hands before daring to look up. The evidence of tears is still present, but she tried her best.] Really?
Sure. [He thinks Lucretia might go for something softer than the truth if nobody's there to call her out on it. Also, it would provide further insight into the process that brings them here. Also, he probably owes Sayori now, at least a little.] You know she loves it when I visit. [This is not at all true.]
[She blinks, and can't stop a tear from falling from her eye. But a hint of a smile touches the corner of her mouth.] You don't have to if you don't want to. I...
[But, fleeting, the spark of joy disappears as her gaze flickers down to the snack pile, a little ashamed.] I know I already asked you for a lot.
[She wipes her face again and the smile returns, brittle but genuine.] Thanks. Um, for talking to me, too. I just...
[Lucretia isn't here. Leon and Lucas didn't know anything. Miss Zarves gave her a lot to go off, but wouldn't tell her any more than that. Wash never saw her jellyfish. Neither did Michael, and he's never been human. And the idea of asking the others her own age--other kids, who were just as disturbed by Sayori's memories as she was--felt too awful to consider.]
[Honestly, he could be the reclaimer with the most knowledge of this sort of thing, not that he'll ever admit it. Sans doesn't know how to feel about being relied on like that, except that he doesn't think he's particularly reliable.]
Well, I ain't goin' anywhere for a little while longer. [Wink.]
[She feels so tired--like someone's hollowed her out with an ice cream scoop. This was an impossibly difficult conversation, and she's going to have to have it all over again with Lucretia. The bags under her eyes have gotten puffy from being agitated, and her head hurts, and she still feels vaguely sick to her stomach. Really, she kind of just wants to lay down and sleep for three days. There's not much more she can do about it now.
So she does what she does best; pulls a bottle down off her shelf and cracks a joke for Sans's sake.] Yeah, you look like you're stuck in that bed for a while, ehehe.
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[But, fleeting, the spark of joy disappears as her gaze flickers down to the snack pile, a little ashamed.] I know I already asked you for a lot.
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[Lucretia isn't here. Leon and Lucas didn't know anything. Miss Zarves gave her a lot to go off, but wouldn't tell her any more than that. Wash never saw her jellyfish. Neither did Michael, and he's never been human. And the idea of asking the others her own age--other kids, who were just as disturbed by Sayori's memories as she was--felt too awful to consider.]
...didn't really know who else to ask.
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Well, I ain't goin' anywhere for a little while longer. [Wink.]
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So she does what she does best; pulls a bottle down off her shelf and cracks a joke for Sans's sake.] Yeah, you look like you're stuck in that bed for a while, ehehe.