[He stays quiet while Papyrus sorts out his thoughts. He's always been good at staying quiet. Letting Papyrus fill the silence when he needs to.]
i was...kinda doing the same. told shep months ago that i'd...yanno, try to shortcut people to safety during bad events. didn't do much good this time. or, heh. ever.
[He's not sure he saved anyone at all this time. Or ever. Has he ever saved anyone, really?]
[At the mention of Asriel and Mettaton, his soul clenches. He starts to raise a hand to his chest before dropping it again. He can't feel it anymore. Can't feel Mettaton at all. There isn't even the faint memory of the connection between them. No lingering threads or frayed edges. It's just...gone.]
[Because he had to go and get his stupid self killed.]
[Papyrus is beating himself up over it and...he doesn't even know yet, does he. He doesn't know that Sans died. Doesn't know that he was gone and then inexplicably came back early.]
it's...not your fault, bro. you can't beat yourself up like that. this one--this one was designed to hurt as many people as possible. feels like that was the point. it's the will of wonderland, papyrus. can't fight it.
[He turns a little so that his face is partially buried against Papyrus's shoulder.]
don't get mad at yourself, okay? be mad at wonderland. just don't...
[How the hell is he supposed to tell him? How is he supposed to just--casually add another burden onto those shoulders? It'd be kinder to just not tell him, wouldn't it? Even if he's been trying so hard not to lie like that anymore.]
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i was...kinda doing the same. told shep months ago that i'd...yanno, try to shortcut people to safety during bad events. didn't do much good this time. or, heh. ever.
[He's not sure he saved anyone at all this time. Or ever. Has he ever saved anyone, really?]
[At the mention of Asriel and Mettaton, his soul clenches. He starts to raise a hand to his chest before dropping it again. He can't feel it anymore. Can't feel Mettaton at all. There isn't even the faint memory of the connection between them. No lingering threads or frayed edges. It's just...gone.]
[Because he had to go and get his stupid self killed.]
[Papyrus is beating himself up over it and...he doesn't even know yet, does he. He doesn't know that Sans died. Doesn't know that he was gone and then inexplicably came back early.]
it's...not your fault, bro. you can't beat yourself up like that. this one--this one was designed to hurt as many people as possible. feels like that was the point. it's the will of wonderland, papyrus. can't fight it.
[He turns a little so that his face is partially buried against Papyrus's shoulder.]
don't get mad at yourself, okay? be mad at wonderland. just don't...
[How the hell is he supposed to tell him? How is he supposed to just--casually add another burden onto those shoulders? It'd be kinder to just not tell him, wouldn't it? Even if he's been trying so hard not to lie like that anymore.]