Well. When you put it that way. [He sniffles again, but with more good cheer leaking into it. Of course Papyrus managed to do something delicate and careful, when he's been feeling code like magic anyway. Of course Sans rushed from 0 to 100 in his power and forcefulness, and maybe, his effectiveness...?] Naturally, I've been working... with a particularly deft touch! And getting through this took, a less deftly one.
[He offers it partly as a bone to throw for Sans's own self esteem, before he starts blaming himself for what was, Papyrus remembers, a tentatively offered maybe-solution. Partly, it's a reframing of the situation for himself, before he starts dwelling in the remembered frustration over forgetting things, how this is partly exactly what he wanted and exactly what he feared. He mumbles to himself:] ...Why did I want to remember that stuff so clearly, anyway...?
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[He offers it partly as a bone to throw for Sans's own self esteem, before he starts blaming himself for what was, Papyrus remembers, a tentatively offered maybe-solution. Partly, it's a reframing of the situation for himself, before he starts dwelling in the remembered frustration over forgetting things, how this is partly exactly what he wanted and exactly what he feared. He mumbles to himself:] ...Why did I want to remember that stuff so clearly, anyway...?