He never really understood that part. Most humans had no natural proclivity for magic, and yet... somehow they managed to be better at wielding what monsters were literally made out of. Ugh.
"It was a group of human mages, apparently. Human souls are... well... the kind from my world, anyway," just to be clear, so you don't get all weird about it, "...their souls are way stronger than ours. When you're talking about sheer power... we were always weaker than them, but they came at us anyway."
And it's there that Sans starts to sound a little bit angry. Not as much as the story possibly warrants, but it's there. It's a complicated feeling.
"You'd need at least seven human souls to break it. Not that it'd even matter, anyway..."
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He never really understood that part. Most humans had no natural proclivity for magic, and yet... somehow they managed to be better at wielding what monsters were literally made out of. Ugh.
"It was a group of human mages, apparently. Human souls are... well... the kind from my world, anyway," just to be clear, so you don't get all weird about it, "...their souls are way stronger than ours. When you're talking about sheer power... we were always weaker than them, but they came at us anyway."
And it's there that Sans starts to sound a little bit angry. Not as much as the story possibly warrants, but it's there. It's a complicated feeling.
"You'd need at least seven human souls to break it. Not that it'd even matter, anyway..."