[The first several seconds, Papyrus stares sidelong at his brother. When the quiet stretches on, and on, he starts to really self-examine how his reassurances could have gone so awry. Has he lost all his techniques? Is Sans actually struggling with the same doubled perspective, even if he didn't sound like it before?
By the time Sans finally speaks, Papyrus has started patting at his pockets in search of candle. As awful as it is to imagine, he could really use the comforting presence of that familiar, white, annoying dog.]
What do I... remember.
[He echoes the key part of the question, buying time to think about what kind of answer to give. And he glances around them, almost reflexively, to make sure there's nobody else listening in.]
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By the time Sans finally speaks, Papyrus has started patting at his pockets in search of candle. As awful as it is to imagine, he could really use the comforting presence of that familiar, white, annoying dog.]
What do I... remember.
[He echoes the key part of the question, buying time to think about what kind of answer to give. And he glances around them, almost reflexively, to make sure there's nobody else listening in.]
About... being kids? Or, other things...?