Fix you? [There's just a little emphasis to make up for the forced monotone of his voice hiding the incredulity he feels, but again it shows on his face.] If that was... taking your changes. Why your hand?
[He doesn't actually expect Sans to have an answer, and doesn't mean to interrogate his still-injured brother about it. But it's still habit to demand answers even when there's no expectation of getting them, a habit extra reinforced by some of the memories of other outcomes underground. It's still something to maybe distract his brother with while he carefully rests his left arm in a minimally painful position and then halts its motion there.]
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[He doesn't actually expect Sans to have an answer, and doesn't mean to interrogate his still-injured brother about it. But it's still habit to demand answers even when there's no expectation of getting them, a habit extra reinforced by some of the memories of other outcomes underground. It's still something to maybe distract his brother with while he carefully rests his left arm in a minimally painful position and then halts its motion there.]