(Claude reassures Sans that he'll be fine when they enter the school. He might be considered just a teenaged child in this town but he can take care of himself. Don't worry! Just watch yourself, old man! He acts confident and almost carefree at first but once they enter, his demeanor becomes more serious and focused.
He keeps close to Sans, careful to not make too much noise. Like his companion, he picks through the medical supplies, taking what he can and shoving them into a canvas bag. Bandages, ointment, and things he only vaguely recognizes from seeing them in the drugstore or another first aid kit around town prior.
When they get to the used supplies, his reaction only changes slightly. Levelheaded as ever, his mouth forms a tight line, and his eyes seem to harden, as he reaches for a used scalpel, thick with dried blood. Combine it with the smell in the air, the condition of the rooms, the tables...
(When he'd first arrived in Santa Rosita, he'd wondered if some experiment had been done to strip him of his Crest. He never could have imagined these experiments though. He still can't.))
I thought this was supposed to be a shelter.
(A safe place. He speaks rhetorically, not really expecting an answer he can't already figure out. Sans is already on the move anyway and Claude follows.)
A
He keeps close to Sans, careful to not make too much noise. Like his companion, he picks through the medical supplies, taking what he can and shoving them into a canvas bag. Bandages, ointment, and things he only vaguely recognizes from seeing them in the drugstore or another first aid kit around town prior.
When they get to the used supplies, his reaction only changes slightly. Levelheaded as ever, his mouth forms a tight line, and his eyes seem to harden, as he reaches for a used scalpel, thick with dried blood. Combine it with the smell in the air, the condition of the rooms, the tables...
(When he'd first arrived in Santa Rosita, he'd wondered if some experiment had been done to strip him of his Crest. He never could have imagined these experiments though. He still can't.))
I thought this was supposed to be a shelter.
(A safe place. He speaks rhetorically, not really expecting an answer he can't already figure out. Sans is already on the move anyway and Claude follows.)