* ... i agree.

* well, i figured 'man, if i get the highest number, maybe then i could get something', then i threw them with the highest precision, and, uh.

* well, they changed it to one less than what was originally supposed to be, which was the max one.

* i did that before, the little guy nearly scammed me, though.

* ... and, uh, some hanging out, we could all just avoid this.

* come on, pal, don't you remember me? i made mistakes, so did you, let's try to forgive each other.

* just, weapon down, and this will make my job much easier.

[ Arms wide open, his breathing heavy. ]

[ Sans is sparing you...? ]

[ He pulls his two hands out of his pockets, shaky and reluctant to fight, trying to believe that the kid that he used to know is still there, even given the fact that the both of them don't go well. ]

* and i figured, with some good puns...

[ Or, out of everything, really. ]

* hey, buddy.

[ His voice slips for a second, he can barely even look at you straight. ]

[ Then, he seems to lower his guard. ]

* my bro always believed that... that even the worst people can change.

[ Despite the current situation, he manages to make some humor out of it, inches away from dying, as always... the weakest enemy, after all. ]

[ Sweat drips down his head faster and faster, he's nearly out of options. ]

[ Yet, he grows slower and slower by the second, or maybe he's storing his energy. ]

* huff... no matter how much i stall you, you keep swinging that sword.

* you must really want me dead, eh?

* yummers.

* ... uh.

[ He doesn't want to say anything to this, but he is curious... well, not really. ]

* well, he's fine, or, it seems he's fine, he just doesn't leave our house much.

[ He looks at his hand for a second, then back at you. ]

* if you ever plan on visiting again, we could use the company, how about it, eh?

* ...

* i'm still glad you chose me for your, uh, experiments.

* and, everything else.

* like your studies, but...

* for some reason, even if i want to, i can't bother to look into you.

* like i don't want to believe this is what you are now.

* the truth, huh?

* i would know it as good as the next person, we worked together.

* or, a part of you, worked with me.

* ... so strange how a man can live on because of his words.

[ He shrugs, looking over his shoulder. ]

* keep living in delusion, and you'll die on it.

[ After that, he just starts to walk away?? His steps seem reluctant, like he has a few words he'd like to share, but decides not to. ]

* i don't want to be.

[ He looks away, one hand slowly slipping out of his jacket. ]

* gladly, i've got 'thick skin', so that won't get to me.

* ... you're only saying that because you don't have anything else to say.

* maybe you can still change, put a little thought into it.

* ... last time i saw everyone go wild because of you, they were not happy.