[He can't really find the motivation in him at the moment to answer with his usual, confident self, but he's going to try.]
OF COURSE NOT. THE GREAT PAPYRUS KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HIS LIMITS ARE!! EVEN THOUGH RIGHT NOW IT KIND OF FEELS...NOT AS HIGH AS THEY SHOULD BE.
[He's not too terribly worried about his own spirit breaking. He may feel down now, but he knows he'll be able to spring back up again in no time!
Then he notices Sans hesitating, and that is already a bad sign. Something must have happened. He hangs on to every word of his story, feels his brother tighten his grip and suddenly it feels like the world is in slow motion.
He doesn't have to say the exact words for Papyrus to get the picture. After they separated...Sans died. He got killed.
The fact that there was nothing he could do about that makes his SOUL sink.
He wastes no time in turning to his brother and holding him in a tight embrace, burying his face on his brother's shoulder. He doesn't want to rattle his bones, nor does he want to completely break down, but he can't help but start talking in a very sorrowful tone.]
N-NO, IT'S - IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. I'M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING. I SHOULD HAVE - I SHOULD HAVE FOUND ANOTHER WAY AROUND THAT CAVE IN. THEN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO -
[God, he doesn't even want to say that word. His voice cracks.]
I SHOULD HAVE DONE BETTER. I'M SO SORRY...I'm so sorry...
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OF COURSE NOT. THE GREAT PAPYRUS KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HIS LIMITS ARE!! EVEN THOUGH RIGHT NOW IT KIND OF FEELS...NOT AS HIGH AS THEY SHOULD BE.
[He's not too terribly worried about his own spirit breaking. He may feel down now, but he knows he'll be able to spring back up again in no time!
Then he notices Sans hesitating, and that is already a bad sign. Something must have happened. He hangs on to every word of his story, feels his brother tighten his grip and suddenly it feels like the world is in slow motion.
He doesn't have to say the exact words for Papyrus to get the picture. After they separated...Sans died. He got killed.
The fact that there was nothing he could do about that makes his SOUL sink.
He wastes no time in turning to his brother and holding him in a tight embrace, burying his face on his brother's shoulder. He doesn't want to rattle his bones, nor does he want to completely break down, but he can't help but start talking in a very sorrowful tone.]
N-NO, IT'S - IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. I'M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING. I SHOULD HAVE - I SHOULD HAVE FOUND ANOTHER WAY AROUND THAT CAVE IN. THEN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO -
[God, he doesn't even want to say that word. His voice cracks.]
I SHOULD HAVE DONE BETTER. I'M SO SORRY...I'm so sorry...