[Frisk brushed their hand against the tallies. Too many to count. Each mark felt like a weight on their soul. Proof that they'd been so determined... so determined to kill Sans.
The tears came too quick for Frisk to wipe away now, but they tries valiantly and shook their head. No. Sans wasn't the one who should be sorry. If anything, it should be them. It was their fault Sans was suffering like this now.
They took a deep breath, wiping their tears again. Then they got up from their seat, went around to Sans's side of the booth and hugged him as tightly as they could. They're so sorry, they know there's nothing that can make up for what's been done, but they're sorry, they're sorry for everything.]
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The tears came too quick for Frisk to wipe away now, but they tries valiantly and shook their head. No. Sans wasn't the one who should be sorry. If anything, it should be them. It was their fault Sans was suffering like this now.
They took a deep breath, wiping their tears again. Then they got up from their seat, went around to Sans's side of the booth and hugged him as tightly as they could. They're so sorry, they know there's nothing that can make up for what's been done, but they're sorry, they're sorry for everything.]