[That face journey does, very strongly, imply an answer. But that silence is longer than he'd expect, and somehow relief doesn't seem to be one of the fighting emotions. What reason is there for maybe-Sans to be so skeptical it's really Papyrus...?
...Papyrus got here, like this, somehow. Those photos of this face, posed with some other family (all actually equally confused about it), got here... somehow. And a person acting like Sans, or Papyrus, isn't necessarily the same as being one of them, is it? He vaguely remembers Undyne saying something, back in the day. That humans could read and control minds, that she couldn't let herself even start to falter around one, just in case. Could someone be reading his mind and... pretending to be his brother? Pretending to be him? Why else would maybe-Sans be so skeptical?
...He doesn't know. They haven't really talked about some sorts of things, in a while.]
Is... Is your name, maybe...?
[He falters, lets the silence hang between them. To volunteer a name or not volunteer a name, that is the other question.]
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...Papyrus got here, like this, somehow. Those photos of this face, posed with some other family (all actually equally confused about it), got here... somehow. And a person acting like Sans, or Papyrus, isn't necessarily the same as being one of them, is it? He vaguely remembers Undyne saying something, back in the day. That humans could read and control minds, that she couldn't let herself even start to falter around one, just in case. Could someone be reading his mind and... pretending to be his brother? Pretending to be him? Why else would maybe-Sans be so skeptical?
...He doesn't know. They haven't really talked about some sorts of things, in a while.]
Is... Is your name, maybe...?
[He falters, lets the silence hang between them. To volunteer a name or not volunteer a name, that is the other question.]