[She folds her hands together, gripping tightly. For the first time ever, it feels wrong, as though they aren't supposed to be like that, though she can't quite figure out how-]
[Oh, this is bad.]
[She remembers Pinkie asking her about her hands, and offering a fistbump, and she shifts her hands into fists, still placed neatly in her lap. Better, somehow.]
[She wipes the vaguely horrified look off her face and tries to figure out how to explain herself to Sans.]
It's...I remembered someone. A friend. And then I met her in Pride, and of course she looks different, but...I spoke with her, and...after I have a memory, I can't stand - I completely lose my balance. She told me the same thing happens to her, and...and other things as well, and I've had more memories since then, and I think I've seen her the way she's supposed to be, and-
She's not human, Sans, not even close, and I'm...I'm starting to think I might not be either.
[She's pressing her fists together so hard her arms are starting to shake, and she finally manages to look at Sans, obviously frightened and waiting for his answer.]
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[Oh, this is bad.]
[She remembers Pinkie asking her about her hands, and offering a fistbump, and she shifts her hands into fists, still placed neatly in her lap. Better, somehow.]
[She wipes the vaguely horrified look off her face and tries to figure out how to explain herself to Sans.]
It's...I remembered someone. A friend. And then I met her in Pride, and of course she looks different, but...I spoke with her, and...after I have a memory, I can't stand - I completely lose my balance. She told me the same thing happens to her, and...and other things as well, and I've had more memories since then, and I think I've seen her the way she's supposed to be, and-
She's not human, Sans, not even close, and I'm...I'm starting to think I might not be either.
[She's pressing her fists together so hard her arms are starting to shake, and she finally manages to look at Sans, obviously frightened and waiting for his answer.]