That thing wasn't a human. I don't know what it was. [It doesn't feel good to say it, but it feels like something that has to be said regardless. A rightness, if not a relief. Flowey, though--Sans remembers and doesn't remember that name. That flower. The friend Papyrus had mentioned, the one who'd avoided Sans. The first anomaly.] I usually remember lots of awful things, but this is more than usual. All mine. Not yours.

[Always his. Feelings stick with you. Feelings echo, even if you can't remember. But right now maybe he can remember, or something. If emotions echo, then right now he's in an echo chamber.]