I'm Just A Soul Whose Intentions Are Good | Video| OTA

[ushahin]

[The first thing is that the phone has been propped between two branches on a tree in the orchard. Ushahin needs both hands for the task at hand. He's trying to peel a piece of fruit that has a bright purple skin on it. The problem is that if he tries to use his good hand to peel, his bad one can't hold onto it firmly enough, so it falls. If he tries to use his bad hand to peel while his good hand holds, his crippled fingers don't have enough force to break the skin. He'll be trying both methods alternately as he speaks in his usual soft tone.]

I was thinking tonight. A dangerous pastime, to be certain, but what I was thinking was this. How many of us who have been brought here are good? [He pauses, trying to get his nails under the skin, and he fails.]

I would ask how many of you here think you are a good person but-- [And there goes the fruit again, falling out of his bad left hand. He sighs and picks it back up.] --I don't think many of us have that high of a opinion of ourselves. I know I don't. [He's shattered too many minds and killed far too many people to think he's still got a soul anywhere close to being pure.]

So I will ask this. How many of you think those who are here with you are good people? Your family and friends, how many of them are good souls? [The fruit slips from his grasp once again.]

Damn. [He's given up trying to do this the nice, neat way. He ends the video by using his good hand for support, then biting down into the peel, and using his teeth to tear it partially off. It's not the most dignified method of being able to peel the fruit, but at this point, he's too stubborn to give up.]

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[ushahin]

[Ushahin shakes his head. He'd get better answers if he was trying to talk to Fetch.]

You're incorrigible. Do you never tire of remaining exactly the same way you are?

[skelebro]

Buddy, I'm always tired.

[He also seems to take a special enjoyment in rattling Ushahin up like this. The guy just makes it kinda easy.]

[ushahin]

[Ushahin just sighs, a look on his face that says he's silently asking patience when he has none left. Sans just wears him down.]

I wonder if you are better than you think you are.

[skelebro]

[Intercessions to the gods for patience when dealing with Sans is a reaction he's well used to by now, to no one's surprise.]

Well, whaddaya know? I wonder the same thing.

[ushahin]

Do you never strive to be better? Or is your nature so weary that you simply cannot be bothered?

[skelebro]

See, you used that word up there. "Strive." Sounds like a lotta work, don'tcha think?

[ushahin]

[Ushahin has officially reached the point of giving up. There's only so much of Sans he can take before he feels like a headache is bound to happen.]

Fine. Have it your way, you lazy creature.

[skelebro]

[Sans simply winks as he grins wider and shuts the feed off. Makin' like Sans and giving up is probably the only winning course of action in conversations like this.]