[The idea of what Papyrus might send in an email like that is funny. Okpaza probably wouldn't agree, though. Well, it's not as if Papyrus was actually going to do it. Sans shifts; his body flows like water through a grate, breaking itself up. Less solid, back to that suggestion of a self. Holding onto that solid form to not startle Papyrus had been stifling, and this is a lot better.]
Maybe if we help enough people, we can get a better foothold. [It follows logically, at least to the way Sans is thinking right now. Increase their sphere of influence until they can get more of what they were back.]
[Papyrus goes briefly still with contemplation, then looks up with widening eyes.]
Help people with their lives... Help them resist what it's doing. [He likes this idea immediately - it would fill those urges (mandates) to help and fix, and in a way he can currently work at and succeed at. Something to resolve the lingering feeling of helplessness, which is surely just frustration from the clumsy attempt at quantum communication, and nothing to do with Sans's help.]
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Maybe if we help enough people, we can get a better foothold. [It follows logically, at least to the way Sans is thinking right now. Increase their sphere of influence until they can get more of what they were back.]
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Help people with their lives... Help them resist what it's doing. [He likes this idea immediately - it would fill those urges (mandates) to help and fix, and in a way he can currently work at and succeed at. Something to resolve the lingering feeling of helplessness, which is surely just frustration from the clumsy attempt at quantum communication, and nothing to do with Sans's help.]