That sounds a little like nonsense, but... [The puzzled frown picks up in intensity, as Papyrus's skull furrows in thought.] That thing... The human? Or... Flowey?
[He remembers the flower's name more clearly, he's realizing. There's a sense of having unloaded all kinds of private feelings, hopes and fears and things never admitted to anyone, at some point or another. Of befriending over and over, as though time kept passing by and they kept falling out of touch, except that things didn't change, mostly. Not like they change here in the canyon, like they've changed through the months here. He can't think of any deja vu like this here, not compared to the enormity of time underground, time bulging with echoing memories and feelings like a battery about to explode.]
...I guess you didn't catch all my unhappier feelings. You're just remembering lots of awful things?
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[He remembers the flower's name more clearly, he's realizing. There's a sense of having unloaded all kinds of private feelings, hopes and fears and things never admitted to anyone, at some point or another. Of befriending over and over, as though time kept passing by and they kept falling out of touch, except that things didn't change, mostly. Not like they change here in the canyon, like they've changed through the months here. He can't think of any deja vu like this here, not compared to the enormity of time underground, time bulging with echoing memories and feelings like a battery about to explode.]
...I guess you didn't catch all my unhappier feelings. You're just remembering lots of awful things?