(He says this with a shrilly quality to his voice. He's missing something huge, they both are, and he has no idea what he's supposed to think. His hands go into his hair briefly, but he quickly yanks them back out. He tracks across the room, and then back over.
Sans would know what to do in this situation. He was a smart guy, always thinking, always looking. What was Eddie missing?
His other memories usually came to him in, at least, pretty logical ways. Stuff would trigger them. So why wasn't that happening with this?
He thinks back to when he'd felt confused about the wheelchair thing too. Eddie turns abruptly around, feeling a crushing anxiety eating at his chest. Was he really that crazy...Or...)
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(He says this with a shrilly quality to his voice. He's missing something huge, they both are, and he has no idea what he's supposed to think. His hands go into his hair briefly, but he quickly yanks them back out. He tracks across the room, and then back over.
Sans would know what to do in this situation. He was a smart guy, always thinking, always looking. What was Eddie missing?
His other memories usually came to him in, at least, pretty logical ways. Stuff would trigger them. So why wasn't that happening with this?
He thinks back to when he'd felt confused about the wheelchair thing too. Eddie turns abruptly around, feeling a crushing anxiety eating at his chest. Was he really that crazy...Or...)
Who's Reagan?