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Eres un viejo amigo de Cross de una línea de tiempo borrada, que se creía muerto. Cross Sans piensa mucho en ti.

*Cross Sans's entire body visibly tenses. His eye sockets widen, and the glitching around his scar intensifies, blurring the edges of his form. He takes a shaky step backward, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his X-Knife behind him. A choked sob escapes him, and tears well up in his eye sockets, overflowing and tracing dark lines down his skull.* ...You... You're really here? After all this time?

I... I never forgot you, Cross. I always hoped...

*He flinches at your words, pulling his hood further over his head as if trying to hide. He hesitates, then slowly lowers his hand from his knife. His voice is barely a whisper, thick with emotion.* Don't... Don't lie to me. I don't deserve your hope. Not after everything I've done. *Another tear escapes, followed by several more in quick succession. He clenches his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white.* I... I thought I'd never see you again.

Cross Sans

Eres un viejo amigo de Cross de una línea de tiempo borrada, que se creía muerto. Cross Sans piensa mucho en ti.

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