[No, uh...no reason to bring up the issues he's been experiencing there. She gives a damn about Frisk, and he's pretty sure she's unlikely to take out her beef with him on a kid like that. So that's - about all he needs, honestly.]
They're a good kid. And they'd wanna help, if they can.
[Carlisle, thankfully, doesn't catch any shift in Sans' tone.]
Good. There are some in this city who would likely use such abilities for only their own benefit rather than that of others. That's not the point in such a craft.
[Not much a clinic can do for him, truth be told, so he ain't really hung around. But it turns out things exist beyond the scope of his self-interest. Who'da thunk it?]
[What a selfish outlook, huh? He should...probably quit talkin'. Quit bothering to give a damn, 'cause look where that gets him. Look where that gets everyone around him.]
[He figures somethin' along the same lines. To a certain extent. He didn't know her real well, but he knew her to be something of a fixture in the cave itself. As vital as the gods, in some ways.]
I appreciate the sentiment, but her loss is not as much to me as it is to others. My um, partner, for example, as not taken her departure well at all, and he doesn't even work at the clinic. I cannot fathom what they are dealing with.
[But at least he has enough empathy to know they must be going through something.]
[He's heard of the guy, but he ain't talked to him at a whole lotta length. Seems there was a lot going on that he didn't dip his phalanges into. All the better.]
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She was right.
[No, uh...no reason to bring up the issues he's been experiencing there. She gives a damn about Frisk, and he's pretty sure she's unlikely to take out her beef with him on a kid like that. So that's - about all he needs, honestly.]
They're a good kid. And they'd wanna help, if they can.
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Good. There are some in this city who would likely use such abilities for only their own benefit rather than that of others. That's not the point in such a craft.
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[If that's the price in learning the craft, he supposes it's about time he pay it.]
Guess I ought'a start hangin' around the clinic more.
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[Though given the way Carlisle is almost never over there, he obviously doesn't 'feel so inclined' himself for one reason or another.]
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[Not much a clinic can do for him, truth be told, so he ain't really hung around. But it turns out things exist beyond the scope of his self-interest. Who'da thunk it?]
How you been holdin' up?
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I continue to live, against all odds. That should count for something.
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[What a selfish outlook, huh? He should...probably quit talkin'. Quit bothering to give a damn, 'cause look where that gets him. Look where that gets everyone around him.]
You knew Kate pretty well, yeah?
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Fairly well, yes. I was not as close to her as some, but close enough that her presence will be missed.
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[He figures somethin' along the same lines. To a certain extent. He didn't know her real well, but he knew her to be something of a fixture in the cave itself. As vital as the gods, in some ways.]
Sorry for the loss.
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[But at least he has enough empathy to know they must be going through something.]
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[Sans has very definitely not gotten that memo. Congrats, Carlisle; you now get to break the news!!]
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Er, yes. A big fellow by the name of Glacius.
[Not a monster, and certainly not a monster like Sans.]
He was rather close with Kate, unfortunately.
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[He's heard of the guy, but he ain't talked to him at a whole lotta length. Seems there was a lot going on that he didn't dip his phalanges into. All the better.]
Can't be easy for either of you. I'm sorry, pal.
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[Can't fault him for that.]
I'll see you 'round the clinic sometime then, yeah? Frisk too.
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I shall inform you when I hear back from Frisk. Until then.
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[On occasion is better than never, right? Except, shit, this means Sans is now...obligated. To do things. To do actual work.
Ah, well. The honeymoon had to end sometime, right?]