My dear friend, my Determination, 

      I might never be able to express the sorrow i've felt since our first departure. Say what you may, but being made of purely bone does not make one heartless. For my heart pours itself out to you, even when you reject it constantly. 

The day I left you alone outside the human village was one of the worst days of my life. I never got to tell you properly just how special of a little girl you are, and if I had, I wonder, would your life have been different? Would you have jumped for a different reason? Maybe you wouldn't have to lie to everyone, and maybe you'd be truly happy again? Would you change your mind about leaving the underground? 

Would you change your mind about leaving me? 

Would you decide to love me again, despite everything I've done? Would you love me despite abandoning you at every sharp turn we've come across? 

Being honest, I probably wouldn't. 

Do you remember that day? Do you remember that week? The day we met, and the week that followed? I know you were young, but I'd like to think that you remember it all in the same way I have for the past thirteen years. I'd like to think that we're as close and pure as we were back then... But I know we aren't. 

And, I know, that's my fault. 

And once you free the underground, my dearest Determination, the light of my life, the song I replay in my mind every day, the one I wish I could fall asleep and wake up next to- you'll probably die. 

And, don't say it, I know that'll my fault too. 

But tell me, Princess, when I meet you on the other side, if it was worth the lies... Tell me when I see you in our next life soon to come, if loving me was worth your while, if living alone was enough to make you feel comforted by the silence I gave to you when I ran away for the second time after finally winning the heart I craved since it's rebirth. Tell me if you enjoyed the new life that was offered to you, or if it was just another casualty you just had to operate with.  I promised myself to you, that day on the surface. I promised my being, my mind and soul to you and your existence. I swore that I would protect you. The only way to do so now, is by letting go. 

I will let you go, Frisk, until the deed is done. Until we're free, and until I can count the stars with you again. 

But only in our next life. 

I hope, I hope with all that i am, that the next life isn't a lie like the last. And I hope that, maybe, I'll be allowed to love you, and take you as my own, if you will generously let me be your fool once again.

-Sans. 

He never sent that letter to her. He was too enticed with the fact that she was already on the third soul. 

She only needed three more and then she'd be gone. 

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