[That thought's a safe guess, and not an inaccurate one. Papyrus trembles without immediately answering, glancing up at Sans's halo like he'll find the whole memories up there. What he got from Sans, now that he's pulling on them... It feels like hours passed, between their deaths.]
I'm... sorry. [He offers this in a smaller voice than usual, choked up with too many feelings even compared to the rest of the conversation.] Sorry I keep... leaving you alone, Sans. I know, it's not my fault, of course it's not! But...
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I'm... sorry. [He offers this in a smaller voice than usual, choked up with too many feelings even compared to the rest of the conversation.] Sorry I keep... leaving you alone, Sans. I know, it's not my fault, of course it's not! But...