[Sans watches Papyrus, unblinking. Papyrus's presence makes Sans feel--something. Grounded isn't the right word. Maybe there's not a word. That's fine.]
The dark's too dark, and the whispering's too loud. [Because it's not the first time Sans has heard the whispering. He hears it all the time, on and off, hissing out of the missing parts of his soul. But now it's so loud.] It's safer inside. [Relatively. It's all relativity. Or something.] But--can't think. Hurts. [Which is why he was quiet. Or one of the reasons. The reason he thinks Papyrus will understand while Papyrus is like this.]
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The dark's too dark, and the whispering's too loud. [Because it's not the first time Sans has heard the whispering. He hears it all the time, on and off, hissing out of the missing parts of his soul. But now it's so loud.] It's safer inside. [Relatively. It's all relativity. Or something.] But--can't think. Hurts. [Which is why he was quiet. Or one of the reasons. The reason he thinks Papyrus will understand while Papyrus is like this.]