[Taking a seat across from Papyrus on the floor, Sans looks wrung out. There's a grayness to his bones accentuated by the dark rooms of their house, making him look far older than he was.]
I just thought...
[Just thought what, Sans asks himself, voice trailing off into silence. Just thought, maybe, you were from another time? A happier time? A version of their reality where the human was filled with love, not LOVE, and Papyrus got to live all his dreams on the surface. Even if only for a little while.
How, exactly, do you explain to your brother that you hoped he was from another reality? A reality that, by his measure, Papyrus would never even consider as a possibility?
Especially not after living through this, intrinsically tied to a timeline where he was very, very dead.]
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I just thought...
[Just thought what, Sans asks himself, voice trailing off into silence. Just thought, maybe, you were from another time? A happier time? A version of their reality where the human was filled with love, not LOVE, and Papyrus got to live all his dreams on the surface. Even if only for a little while.
How, exactly, do you explain to your brother that you hoped he was from another reality? A reality that, by his measure, Papyrus would never even consider as a possibility?
Especially not after living through this, intrinsically tied to a timeline where he was very, very dead.]
I dunno what I thought. Not this.