[Papyrus hums agreeably, because yeah, the antsy-seeming walking probably hasn't been helping the slow healing process, not if there's chances of jostling and re-injuring things. But what he knows about bones is... starting to fade, without ongoing personal experience, so who knows.]
No, not for me. I don't know if it's spreading... Nobody's mentioned anything like that. [Another worrying thought, one he flags to follow up on with coworkers and neighbors and other places he's visited the last several days.] But for me it's the same. Drippy mirrors... Outdated reflection.
[He's torn over whether to call it his real reflection or not. Outdated works, sort of - acknowledges the once-realness of it, acknowledges the updates and revisions since.]
Other reflections look like they should? Like, I still look like--how I look now. [A brief expression crosses Sans's face, a here and gone shadow, because he almost said "I still look like me", and this isn't the best time to try and work on what "like me" is supposed to mean. Better to just put that entire issue aside.]
[Papyrus absolutely catches that shadow and hesitation, because it's the same one he's made a couple of times since this started up. It's the notion that's outright haunting him in reflections, the conflicted feeling of a reflection that's no longer the right kind of familiar and the dysphoria of it. It's not a feeling he wants to be spreading.]
Uhh. You did before. [When Papyrus first discovered it and tried to show his brother, first with a mirror and then with pictures of his memories.] I haven't... seen your reflection today. But we could check!
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No, not for me. I don't know if it's spreading... Nobody's mentioned anything like that. [Another worrying thought, one he flags to follow up on with coworkers and neighbors and other places he's visited the last several days.] But for me it's the same. Drippy mirrors... Outdated reflection.
[He's torn over whether to call it his real reflection or not. Outdated works, sort of - acknowledges the once-realness of it, acknowledges the updates and revisions since.]
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Uhh. You did before. [When Papyrus first discovered it and tried to show his brother, first with a mirror and then with pictures of his memories.] I haven't... seen your reflection today. But we could check!