What...? Why are you asking...? [He's repeating confusion more than he expected, but something in this conversation has clearly crossed wires. Sans is seemingly jumping - outright flying? - to conclusions, weird ones he has to assume are based on conversational correlation, because what else would it be? Is there something else that Papyrus is too emotionally numb to pick up on...? This, at least, he's bothered by. His fingers drum on the side of his skull as he thinks, near his incomplete temple but not quite on it. The sound is different than it was before circuitry started filling it. Different sensations than metal fingers on bone alone, different than bone on bone. Which is... half the problem, surely.]
Sans, I meant, the computer stuff that's built up in my skull. I... complained about remembering, because... I remember those days. Perfectly. [A vaguely haunted expression, as the change to not feeling the urge to hurt people, doesn't mean the memory of the feeling has faded in the slightest. He can reload it any time.] And it's... somewhat upsetting, to remember that, and not remember other things. So I'm backing up the more important other things!
[Things he would be uncomfortable to ever discover he'd forgotten. Things like cooking lessons with Undyne, or bad movie marathons with his brother, or the costume party, or fragments of his childhood... various pieces of the context of who he is. Even if most of them are shoddy records in comparison to the recent perfect recall, what with blatantly missing pieces. Making proper memories of them will take a degree of splicing things together... Later, though. Now is just a good time for backing things up. And... that's not a good point to stop talking, because then Sans might ask about how perfectly he remembers it. Keep going.]
I think I... accidentally turned something on, or off. To start remembering everything so vividly. [He hesitates again, because it's another thing he's gone out of his way to avoid acknowledging, most of the time. But the reasons for avoiding it were emotional, and don't seem so relevant anymore. One of the benefits of how he's being, one of the reasons he's less bothered than Sans clearly thinks he should be. And besides - it's obvious.]
...After all. There's barely any skeleton to me, anymore. Even in my skull, I'm mostly... robotic. It could be, a robot thing. I never met Mettaton, but he was acting all the time... Maybe, was it all acting? [Sans would know, if anyone, being a good judge of character and doing things at the resort - or at least one, singular and singularly infamous thing. If his run-ins with Mettaton revealed the more famous robot didn't feel things strongly... Then Sans is just being in weird denial, and Papyrus should prepare himself for this to be his new normal.]
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Sans, I meant, the computer stuff that's built up in my skull. I... complained about remembering, because... I remember those days. Perfectly. [A vaguely haunted expression, as the change to not feeling the urge to hurt people, doesn't mean the memory of the feeling has faded in the slightest. He can reload it any time.] And it's... somewhat upsetting, to remember that, and not remember other things. So I'm backing up the more important other things!
[Things he would be uncomfortable to ever discover he'd forgotten. Things like cooking lessons with Undyne, or bad movie marathons with his brother, or the costume party, or fragments of his childhood... various pieces of the context of who he is. Even if most of them are shoddy records in comparison to the recent perfect recall, what with blatantly missing pieces. Making proper memories of them will take a degree of splicing things together... Later, though. Now is just a good time for backing things up. And... that's not a good point to stop talking, because then Sans might ask about how perfectly he remembers it. Keep going.]
I think I... accidentally turned something on, or off. To start remembering everything so vividly. [He hesitates again, because it's another thing he's gone out of his way to avoid acknowledging, most of the time. But the reasons for avoiding it were emotional, and don't seem so relevant anymore. One of the benefits of how he's being, one of the reasons he's less bothered than Sans clearly thinks he should be. And besides - it's obvious.]
...After all. There's barely any skeleton to me, anymore. Even in my skull, I'm mostly... robotic. It could be, a robot thing. I never met Mettaton, but he was acting all the time... Maybe, was it all acting? [Sans would know, if anyone, being a good judge of character and doing things at the resort - or at least one, singular and singularly infamous thing. If his run-ins with Mettaton revealed the more famous robot didn't feel things strongly... Then Sans is just being in weird denial, and Papyrus should prepare himself for this to be his new normal.]