[Papyrus's other arm wraps around his own torso, like he's trying to cross his arms with only one - or trying to hug himself. His fans pick up in volume.]
...May-be, they're... lying. A-bout, its pow-ers. [He offers the idea out of contrary hope, as there's no other standing theory for what brought them here... And no denying that Jonas and Eli, the puddle and pile remaining of them, were transformed. But those sure didn't look like controlled transformations, with the kind of skill he'd expect from something strong enough to pluck the dead from another universe and rebuild their bodies and souls. His claw grips at his shirt as he keeps grasping for ideas.] Or... it's hi-ding, to hide a weak-ness.
[Strong enough to hurt Sans, there's no denying, but maybe that doesn't mean invincible...? Jonas(?) complained about them resisting, about it being futile and all yes, but, complained. Maybe... maybe...
He doesn't really believe it yet, but trying hard to believe in something, and convincing Sans that he does, is something he desperately needs to do.]
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...May-be, they're... lying. A-bout, its pow-ers. [He offers the idea out of contrary hope, as there's no other standing theory for what brought them here... And no denying that Jonas and Eli, the puddle and pile remaining of them, were transformed. But those sure didn't look like controlled transformations, with the kind of skill he'd expect from something strong enough to pluck the dead from another universe and rebuild their bodies and souls. His claw grips at his shirt as he keeps grasping for ideas.] Or... it's hi-ding, to hide a weak-ness.
[Strong enough to hurt Sans, there's no denying, but maybe that doesn't mean invincible...? Jonas(?) complained about them resisting, about it being futile and all yes, but, complained. Maybe... maybe...
He doesn't really believe it yet, but trying hard to believe in something, and convincing Sans that he does, is something he desperately needs to do.]