There's an obvious inconsistency there, but this isn't a class trial. She doesn't have to pick apart his arguments and defeat him that way. Being called fake makes her angry, clenches her fists at her sides. Fake, fake, fake, it's what that shadowy reflection had called her back in the caverns, it's the nagging doubt that had dogged her since then that's only been reawakened by that video in Sans' cursed orb.
Fake.]
Oh, shut up! [she snarls, a darker part of her rising to the surface -- rising like the gooey tar in her throat, threatening to choke her.] I used to think that way, too, but do you really think Blake-san wants me to cry over her? You think she wants me sobbing at her side, too paralyzed to act? Grow up already and get over yourself!
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>Fake piece of garbage
There's an obvious inconsistency there, but this isn't a class trial. She doesn't have to pick apart his arguments and defeat him that way. Being called fake makes her angry, clenches her fists at her sides. Fake, fake, fake, it's what that shadowy reflection had called her back in the caverns, it's the nagging doubt that had dogged her since then that's only been reawakened by that video in Sans' cursed orb.
Fake.]
Oh, shut up! [she snarls, a darker part of her rising to the surface -- rising like the gooey tar in her throat, threatening to choke her.] I used to think that way, too, but do you really think Blake-san wants me to cry over her? You think she wants me sobbing at her side, too paralyzed to act? Grow up already and get over yourself!