[Steven watches Papyrus with a sick feeling in his stomach. If there had been any doubt before, there isn't now. You don't just pour dust into your brother's jacket and then keep it for no reason, or handle it with that kind of care. The only way he could see it being that precious is if it represents something really important - like a grave, or an urn, or a collection of glittering gem shards.
His mind wanders for a moment, thinking about how the only thing his mom ever left behind was him. The same gemstone she shared with him, and that gift of life. At this point in his life, he's spent a lot of time wondering what the other Gems must have felt, when the only focus of their mourning was a baby.
He shakes his head a little. It isn't the same. Sans...he's going to be back. They can fix this. Papyrus is scared - or he thinks he is, from the way he's shaking - but it will get better. He just needs to help him get to the other side.]
Okay. [He goes to pick up the dusty uniform that's been folded carefully on the bed.] Is there anything else we should clean up in here, or do you want to take his uniform to the laundry?
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His mind wanders for a moment, thinking about how the only thing his mom ever left behind was him. The same gemstone she shared with him, and that gift of life. At this point in his life, he's spent a lot of time wondering what the other Gems must have felt, when the only focus of their mourning was a baby.
He shakes his head a little. It isn't the same. Sans...he's going to be back. They can fix this. Papyrus is scared - or he thinks he is, from the way he's shaking - but it will get better. He just needs to help him get to the other side.]
Okay. [He goes to pick up the dusty uniform that's been folded carefully on the bed.] Is there anything else we should clean up in here, or do you want to take his uniform to the laundry?