[Papyrus tries to picture this, to imagine it, and it's... well, he can imagine the trip through the rock, imagine something that hurts just by contact. But the notion of a separated piece of his essential self, changing and hurting and trying to get home, only to... He releases the lockdown on his bodily movements, to extend an arm around his brother. Gingerly, gingerly, trying not to jostle wings or anything else.
...Is it lucky, that Sans can't feel Papyrus's sympathetic heartbreak on top of his own literal soul injury? That Papyrus isn't feeling this pain, when they can't even see his soul for evidence of problems, anymore?]
I... I'm so so-rry.
[Internally, he pulls up the images saved of Sans's soul, in a mix of desperate distraction and double-checking. That poison Sans mentions... There isn't anything that looks like poison here, is there?]
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...Is it lucky, that Sans can't feel Papyrus's sympathetic heartbreak on top of his own literal soul injury? That Papyrus isn't feeling this pain, when they can't even see his soul for evidence of problems, anymore?]
I... I'm so so-rry.
[Internally, he pulls up the images saved of Sans's soul, in a mix of desperate distraction and double-checking. That poison Sans mentions... There isn't anything that looks like poison here, is there?]