[She thought her own memory situation was bad. Is this really all stuff that Sans can't remember, or is the Tree fabricating it? There's no way to know, is there?
The observation of the staticky voice chills her; it must be referring to something else buried in Sans's memories, but somehow it still feels like being directly spoken to.
She doesn't know what she thinks, so she couldn't tell it, anyway.
The electronic tone of everything still resonates unpleasantly in her gut, grates against her memory of the awful looping dream. She reaches one hand out for Sans, seeking a steadying presence.] This is really messed up.
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The observation of the staticky voice chills her; it must be referring to something else buried in Sans's memories, but somehow it still feels like being directly spoken to.
She doesn't know what she thinks, so she couldn't tell it, anyway.
The electronic tone of everything still resonates unpleasantly in her gut, grates against her memory of the awful looping dream. She reaches one hand out for Sans, seeking a steadying presence.] This is really messed up.