[Sans wants to pat Papyrus on the arm or something, maybe try to calm him down, but he lost one of those already. He nudges Papyrus as best he can like this instead.] Doesn't feel like we're dying. [At least, not what Sans remembers it feeling like.] And I'm never determined about anything. 'S gotta be something else causing similar effects.

[Even though he's startled and unsure about what's happening, Sans is kind of surprised he's this calm about it, relatively. When he first learned about the amalgamates it kept him up for a few nights. This isn't nearly as bad as he imagined. He tries moving what was at least at one point his arm again, not sure if he's going to get any movement at all, just move his, uh, goop, or if he'll move Papyrus's, too. It's hard to tell the difference when it's goop.]