[Sans can't flinch away from watching the injuries spiderweb across Papyrus's body. If he could, seeing the familiar line of the way Papyrus's torso breaks would have done it. He's not coherent enough to regret, exactly; all he can manage is a general, awful upset that creeps out into a small, wretched noise. It's good that Papyrus is still speaking, because Sans doesn't know what he would have done if Papyrus had crumbled under the pain. But Papyrus has always been tougher than him. Sans didn't know he could be this injured, either.]
It was--trying to fix me. [And there's that laughter from before, bubbling up unevenly now that Sans is healed enough to be an awake kind of delirious again.] No killing intent. [Isn't that hilarious? It would have killed him eventually anyway, but look how long he lasted like that.]
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It was--trying to fix me. [And there's that laughter from before, bubbling up unevenly now that Sans is healed enough to be an awake kind of delirious again.] No killing intent. [Isn't that hilarious? It would have killed him eventually anyway, but look how long he lasted like that.]