[Sans flicks through, rapid-pace, until he settles on the sounds of the sun and the stars. There. It sounds so strange filtered through Papyrus's robotic body--and here Sans is accessing enough of Papyrus's thoughts that it's clear Sans is actually reading through his thoughts and memories, not just his emotions.
The flagging is noted next. That's going to have to go. Warnings about the void being a delusion start getting turned off and unwired, not in the electronic way but down to the quantum level. That's the only way Sans knows how to change things.
And now he's being incredibly obvious. It shouldn't be painful but he's sure it feels some way or another, even if he's deliberately keeping himself from feeling it so he can focus. It can't be done any other way. He feels bad about having to do this, actually--there's a hint of guilt in the room. But not enough to make him stop, because he has to. He has to fix this. He can, so he has to.] You're broken. I mean, it's not your fault, obviously. But I can fix it now.
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The flagging is noted next. That's going to have to go. Warnings about the void being a delusion start getting turned off and unwired, not in the electronic way but down to the quantum level. That's the only way Sans knows how to change things.
And now he's being incredibly obvious. It shouldn't be painful but he's sure it feels some way or another, even if he's deliberately keeping himself from feeling it so he can focus. It can't be done any other way. He feels bad about having to do this, actually--there's a hint of guilt in the room. But not enough to make him stop, because he has to. He has to fix this. He can, so he has to.] You're broken. I mean, it's not your fault, obviously. But I can fix it now.