[Papyrus starts to protest, but as Miles speaks again he closes his jaws and stands still, silent except for that subtle, ever-present rattle.
It may sound incredible, but he knows it's possible. He was dead before he came here, after all, and he's heard similar stories from others. Death, while still terrible, is more of a temporary condition here.
And if no one stays dead, then it's less of a mystery how Sans fell down. He'd rather not believe it, and he won't say it out loud, but he doesn't have any other explanations yet.
He squeezes Sans's coat, worrying the material.]
All right.
[Nothing about the response is convincing, but he doesn't want to keep harping on it. He wants to get out of here, and he wants to bury himself in responsibilities so his focus doesn't have to be on what the heck he's meant to do now. Taking care of Sans and cleaning up after him burned through a good chunk of his day, and the prospect of all that free time is alien. He doesn't like it.]
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It may sound incredible, but he knows it's possible. He was dead before he came here, after all, and he's heard similar stories from others. Death, while still terrible, is more of a temporary condition here.
And if no one stays dead, then it's less of a mystery how Sans fell down. He'd rather not believe it, and he won't say it out loud, but he doesn't have any other explanations yet.
He squeezes Sans's coat, worrying the material.]
All right.
[Nothing about the response is convincing, but he doesn't want to keep harping on it. He wants to get out of here, and he wants to bury himself in responsibilities so his focus doesn't have to be on what the heck he's meant to do now. Taking care of Sans and cleaning up after him burned through a good chunk of his day, and the prospect of all that free time is alien. He doesn't like it.]