That kind of stuff... reality-changing, things? [Come to think of it... he's remembering some strangeness in his childhood. Some memory troubles - less comprehensive than the recent ones - and the imperative for keeping secrets. One he'd rolled his eyesockets about, until it was driven home by comments that everyone around him seem baffled by, and he'd struggled under the irritation and disappointment of nobody believing him. Being a teenager hadn't been much fun.

Papyrus grimaces, fingers drumming a pattern on his leg before he notices it.]

If you mean relics, it's fine!! That was the last one, right? You rolled over the finish line. Even if there were a couple, uh, hurdles.