[The uncertainty in Papyrus's voice sends a horrible jolt through him. He looks up at Papyrus, fingers curling into his shirt.]
never.
[There's some promises even a guy like Sans can keep. He would never, ever blame his brother for the awful shit that happens in Wonderland. It's impossible. The only way it could happen is if Wonderland messed with his head during an event, and then it's just an event. It's not forever, and he could apologize afterward, make sure Papyrus understood it was just Wonderland and not really Sans.]
[Papyrus could kill him and Sans still wouldn't blame him.]
[He gives a shaky little sigh at the mention of Frisk.]
yeah. i remember. we...we can do better than this.
[They've taken care of each other their whole lives, after all. They can keep doing it. They can do better. That's at least one certainty in this uncertain hellhole.]
[He lets Papyrus talk. It's hard to believe that he could really have some fight left in him, but...god, it's always so, so heartening to hear that Papyrus believes in him. Maybe there's something to be said for openness and honesty, because back home they always just supported each other in silence. They were there for each other, always, but that was just an undercurrent. They were always too busy pretending everything was fine. Too often, things were never actually said out loud. They were just implied.]
[It's sort of incredible to hear it out loud. His breath hitches a little and he reaches up to mop at his eyesockets with his sleeve.]
you're...you're too good, bro. you're too good for this place. that means a lot to me bro, i...thanks. thank you.
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never.
[There's some promises even a guy like Sans can keep. He would never, ever blame his brother for the awful shit that happens in Wonderland. It's impossible. The only way it could happen is if Wonderland messed with his head during an event, and then it's just an event. It's not forever, and he could apologize afterward, make sure Papyrus understood it was just Wonderland and not really Sans.]
[Papyrus could kill him and Sans still wouldn't blame him.]
[He gives a shaky little sigh at the mention of Frisk.]
yeah. i remember. we...we can do better than this.
[They've taken care of each other their whole lives, after all. They can keep doing it. They can do better. That's at least one certainty in this uncertain hellhole.]
[He lets Papyrus talk. It's hard to believe that he could really have some fight left in him, but...god, it's always so, so heartening to hear that Papyrus believes in him. Maybe there's something to be said for openness and honesty, because back home they always just supported each other in silence. They were there for each other, always, but that was just an undercurrent. They were always too busy pretending everything was fine. Too often, things were never actually said out loud. They were just implied.]
[It's sort of incredible to hear it out loud. His breath hitches a little and he reaches up to mop at his eyesockets with his sleeve.]
you're...you're too good, bro. you're too good for this place. that means a lot to me bro, i...thanks. thank you.