[dates follow every note. sans's writing is atrocious, but it's legible enough for frisk to read - though it's probably still hard to parse, considering sans's notes seem to take up every bit of paper he can fit at first.
but the pages become less sparse. numbering starts to replace observations. sans knows the notebook inside and out - so he doesn't look at frisk, and just.
waits.
for the page turning to stop.
sure enough, it does. its written with a forceful hand, as if sans was trying to carve it into every last page.]
* i told you, didnt i? * there are some yous that...aren't very good.
[his shoulders sag. he just looks so tired.]
* the first time, it was an accident. you got scared, you fought back. * ...i dont know what loop that was.
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but the pages become less sparse. numbering starts to replace observations. sans knows the notebook inside and out - so he doesn't look at frisk, and just.
waits.
for the page turning to stop.
sure enough, it does. its written with a forceful hand, as if sans was trying to carve it into every last page.]
* i told you, didnt i?
* there are some yous that...aren't very good.
[his shoulders sag. he just looks so tired.]
* the first time, it was an accident. you got scared, you fought back.
* ...i dont know what loop that was.
[...oh.]