"I forgot a person? Who disappeared from back home...?"
Well, if that's what Sans thinks, then that put everything that's just happened in a new light. Bad enough that Sans' friend Greg had essentially disappeared, filled with somebody else's 'music.' And bad, too, that Sans still seemed to struggle to remember what he himself was like, all those moments when his behavior just wasn't like Papyrus expected; like storming in and accusing J of not trying enough. But if it's all so horribly familiar for him, then no wonder Sans is upset.
"I must confess, that is hard to believe. Much harder than, say, that you tried to save a friend." He gestures a hand towards Rarity; after all, she's sitting right there. Proof that Sans would go to the trouble of helping people. And even if she weren't there... Somebody as great as Papyrus, as much as he wouldn't want to just admit it, was as great as he was precisely because he had the support of people who cared about him.
Oh, he still would have been great without the help, that was just who he was; naturally amazing. But there were times when life's difficulties were easier to surpass with help. And Sans was the only consistent presence through his life (right?), so obviously he was the one to credit for all the help Papyrus needed through the years. (Right...?)
...Maybe not. Papyrus shivers, and leans forward a little to hug at Sans again. "B-but! I'm not saying that I don't believe you! I'm just confirming what you already know---that I don't remember who you are talking about!"
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Well, if that's what Sans thinks, then that put everything that's just happened in a new light. Bad enough that Sans' friend Greg had essentially disappeared, filled with somebody else's 'music.' And bad, too, that Sans still seemed to struggle to remember what he himself was like, all those moments when his behavior just wasn't like Papyrus expected; like storming in and accusing J of not trying enough. But if it's all so horribly familiar for him, then no wonder Sans is upset.
"I must confess, that is hard to believe. Much harder than, say, that you tried to save a friend." He gestures a hand towards Rarity; after all, she's sitting right there. Proof that Sans would go to the trouble of helping people. And even if she weren't there... Somebody as great as Papyrus, as much as he wouldn't want to just admit it, was as great as he was precisely because he had the support of people who cared about him.
Oh, he still would have been great without the help, that was just who he was; naturally amazing. But there were times when life's difficulties were easier to surpass with help. And Sans was the only consistent presence through his life (right?), so obviously he was the one to credit for all the help Papyrus needed through the years. (Right...?)
...Maybe not. Papyrus shivers, and leans forward a little to hug at Sans again. "B-but! I'm not saying that I don't believe you! I'm just confirming what you already know---that I don't remember who you are talking about!"