[For a while, he'd lost his drive in the conquest to getting to the surface.
But now, being present with the opportunity so close, he can't help himself. He has to see the surface. Sans wants to see the sky and feel the sun's warmth. These humans don't know how lucky they are, free and on the surface, without being trapped and crowded and faced with the same places, same faces, every day.
Sans goes outside, onto the beach, where there's sand and an enormous ocean. There's books about the surface- he's read a few. The sky is bigger than he could ever imagine, the clouds so real, the sun so warm. And bright.
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But now, being present with the opportunity so close, he can't help himself. He has to see the surface. Sans wants to see the sky and feel the sun's warmth. These humans don't know how lucky they are, free and on the surface, without being trapped and crowded and faced with the same places, same faces, every day.
Sans goes outside, onto the beach, where there's sand and an enormous ocean. There's books about the surface- he's read a few. The sky is bigger than he could ever imagine, the clouds so real, the sun so warm. And bright.
He takes a deep breath.
The air is fresh.]
...
you know...
this place ain't so bad.