[Papyrus gives his brother a side glance, and watches that hand drift up. He's not sure whether Sans means he felt weird at the seeing it all, or... something else. Not after that talk of sensing death.]
Well, who would want to. Seeing such horrible sights... [Other than, he assumes, the sorts of people who go in for making such horrible sights.]
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Well, who would want to. Seeing such horrible sights... [Other than, he assumes, the sorts of people who go in for making such horrible sights.]