As the boy passes, Sans can't help but feel like he could have done something. It hadn't been hard to connect the dots. The kid was sick, with death hanging over his head, and those so called foster parents just let it happen. Out of apathy. Out of carelessness.
And really, Sans had done the same.
He bites back his feelings of remorse, knowing there was no good answer. What was he supposed to do? Break in there and demand that the parents take him to the hospital? Show up fully winged and escort the kid himself? Neither were his job or responsibility, but both of them felt so doable in those final moments. He could have done something, but he didn't. Just like always.
Sans has been watching over Tamaki for the last few hours, remaining intangible, and it's only as his spirit rises that he'll see the angel waiting for him. A short man with the face and body of a skeleton, and a luminous halo and angelic wings. The look of him may be unsettling, but something about his aura is magnetic and calming. He's meant to be a guide after all.
"Heya," he says, casual as he suppresses his sombre mood. "Things are gunna be okay now, kid."
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And really, Sans had done the same.
He bites back his feelings of remorse, knowing there was no good answer. What was he supposed to do? Break in there and demand that the parents take him to the hospital? Show up fully winged and escort the kid himself? Neither were his job or responsibility, but both of them felt so doable in those final moments. He could have done something, but he didn't. Just like always.
Sans has been watching over Tamaki for the last few hours, remaining intangible, and it's only as his spirit rises that he'll see the angel waiting for him. A short man with the face and body of a skeleton, and a luminous halo and angelic wings. The look of him may be unsettling, but something about his aura is magnetic and calming. He's meant to be a guide after all.
"Heya," he says, casual as he suppresses his sombre mood. "Things are gunna be okay now, kid."