You've always had better control than--well, everyone, basically, but better'n me, too. [Sans doesn't know if it was his fault, but it was at least related to the magic he pumped into Papyrus. Maybe if he'd used that power more before this, gotten in some practice... But he really doesn't like it. There must be some interplay of magic and technology, Papyrus's soul mixed in with wiring and programming and robotics, but that's hardly Sans's department. Yet again, he wishes Alphys were around.]
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