[What's left of Sans's soul looks as it should, except for the missing piece. It's the same normal white color, with no sign of any poison or corruption.
Papyrus feels like the only solid thing in the world, with how off-balance Sans is. Sans's wings curl in just a little, mostly on the side opposite of Papyrus, so as not to hit him. Not the ones on his head, broken and still healing. His halo isn't bleeding anymore, even if the cracks are still there. Sans still hasn't even noticed that. Regardless, he knows he's a mess right now. He also knows it doesn't matter, because there's a thing existing underneath them waiting to eat them all. In the process of eating them all, maybe. Eating part of him, if nothing else.]
I, uh--I don't really know. What we're gonna do now.
[Is that really different from usual? Maybe not. But it's a different kind of hopelessness. New. Painful.]
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Papyrus feels like the only solid thing in the world, with how off-balance Sans is. Sans's wings curl in just a little, mostly on the side opposite of Papyrus, so as not to hit him. Not the ones on his head, broken and still healing. His halo isn't bleeding anymore, even if the cracks are still there. Sans still hasn't even noticed that. Regardless, he knows he's a mess right now. He also knows it doesn't matter, because there's a thing existing underneath them waiting to eat them all. In the process of eating them all, maybe. Eating part of him, if nothing else.]
I, uh--I don't really know. What we're gonna do now.
[Is that really different from usual? Maybe not. But it's a different kind of hopelessness. New. Painful.]