[Papyrus. It's Papyrus, or it's a trick good enough to deceive him about his own brother, his brother who died, his brother who turned to dust and is now right here, in front of him, in a human body but here--
Sans's face twists again, sadness he hasn't and isn't about to deal with and desperate hope before he smashes it all back down under a shakier than usual smile.]
Like three weeks, I guess? [Three weeks tomorrow, actually.] I didn't think anybody else was here.
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Sans's face twists again, sadness he hasn't and isn't about to deal with and desperate hope before he smashes it all back down under a shakier than usual smile.]
Like three weeks, I guess? [Three weeks tomorrow, actually.] I didn't think anybody else was here.