Years ago, Papyrus just manages to keep from wailing, by burying his mouth with his gloves. Sans thinks he's been keeping things like this to himself for years.
Whether it's true true, or fake memories dissolving and confusing him true... It doesn't really matter. The important thing is that his brother feels they're true, and he's being hurt by them. And that's terrible.
If it weren't for his mouth already being covered, he might have burst out at the idea the he didn't need to know how messed things were. And it's for the best that he didn't, because that last thing Sans says...
"I... don't remember you saying anything like this, before... Ever," he slowly replies.
Carefully not saying that, of the two of them, one of them has a clear and present history of memory problems. He's not saying Sans is wrong, but he'd sure prefer to think that Sans is wrong.
"How could I have forgotten all of this? Without, you know... evil music magicians?"
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Whether it's true true, or fake memories dissolving and confusing him true... It doesn't really matter. The important thing is that his brother feels they're true, and he's being hurt by them. And that's terrible.
If it weren't for his mouth already being covered, he might have burst out at the idea the he didn't need to know how messed things were. And it's for the best that he didn't, because that last thing Sans says...
"I... don't remember you saying anything like this, before... Ever," he slowly replies.
Carefully not saying that, of the two of them, one of them has a clear and present history of memory problems. He's not saying Sans is wrong, but he'd sure prefer to think that Sans is wrong.
"How could I have forgotten all of this? Without, you know... evil music magicians?"