[Sans remembers the numbness--remembers it almost firsthand. Of course, he'd borrowed Papyrus's emotions to try and help out, so it's sort of--Wait. Feeling weird things at random. And remembering the numbness like it was his, when it wasn't. Sans recognizes this; his alarm spikes, though it doesn't show as more than a slight widening of his eye sockets on the outside.]
It's not random. We're sharing emotions. [Again. If it's like the leeches--Don't think about the leeches. Sans doesn't feel like he's being pushed out of his own head. This is more like his own emotional abilities. He can remember a few times they'd gone off at random, when he'd attuned to Papyrus that first time and gotten much more energetic, the times when he'd found himself in step with the mood of the dig site or the atmosphere of the city when things got particularly anxious. (He hasn't told Papyrus about those last two. But he's thinking about them now). It's more like that, and less like the leeches. The better option, definitely.]
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It's not random. We're sharing emotions. [Again. If it's like the leeches--Don't think about the leeches. Sans doesn't feel like he's being pushed out of his own head. This is more like his own emotional abilities. He can remember a few times they'd gone off at random, when he'd attuned to Papyrus that first time and gotten much more energetic, the times when he'd found himself in step with the mood of the dig site or the atmosphere of the city when things got particularly anxious. (He hasn't told Papyrus about those last two. But he's thinking about them now). It's more like that, and less like the leeches. The better option, definitely.]