[Steven is a little confused for a moment, but then he shrugs it off and just nods - though he looks sort of distraught in doing so. More and more it's starting to seem like this dust is all that's left of Sans, and the moment. It's a pretty disturbing thought.
It's somehow worse than the shattered remains of gems. There's too much of it. How could you ever get it all in one place?]
Okay...I'll get as much of it as I can.
[He works diligently at it, scooping it into the pan with a bizarre kind of gentleness and then carefully pouring it into the jacket like a bag. He swallows uncertainly when he's almost done, looking back to Papyrus.]
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It's somehow worse than the shattered remains of gems. There's too much of it. How could you ever get it all in one place?]
Okay...I'll get as much of it as I can.
[He works diligently at it, scooping it into the pan with a bizarre kind of gentleness and then carefully pouring it into the jacket like a bag. He swallows uncertainly when he's almost done, looking back to Papyrus.]
What do...what do you want to do with it?