[It's not the responses he wants to hear, and Papyrus grumbles a particularly static sound of frustration, but he still nods into Sans's shoulder.] ...I'm here now. [His voice is soft and heavy with resignation and determination. He'll do his best to keep being here. Staying alive, copying the important things, making a whole complicated reminder of who he is and why and how, to keep being himself. Partly because being Papyrus is pretty great, even when he's weeping from feeling too much, and the world deserves to experience more of what he has to offer... And partly because, he can't be sure Sans won't fall to pieces and disappear from the world, if he's not. And maybe this is a feeling he should ask Sans to sense, this feeling of wanting his brother to live for himself, instead of... what he keeps doing, when Papyrus isn't quite there.]
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