[Memories coming from the memory-stealing relic seem a little suspicious to him, but okay. With Sans still being weird and solemn, Papyrus just watching him sidelong instead of saying so.]
I remember, it was just us for years. And before that... [Well, specifying like that, means before that it wasn't just them. That there'd been more than the two of them. He remembers remembering things, patterns that just didn't make sense with only Sans around.] I think, I made some things up. Nobody else ever remembered...
[He shakes his head again. It's uncomfortable. Embarrassing. Better to keep metaphorical skeletons like those in the closet, unless Sans really means to talk about it.]
But, I guess you've had that a few times, now. Remembering fake things.
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[Memories coming from the memory-stealing relic seem a little suspicious to him, but okay. With Sans still being weird and solemn, Papyrus just watching him sidelong instead of saying so.]
I remember, it was just us for years. And before that... [Well, specifying like that, means before that it wasn't just them. That there'd been more than the two of them. He remembers remembering things, patterns that just didn't make sense with only Sans around.] I think, I made some things up. Nobody else ever remembered...
[He shakes his head again. It's uncomfortable. Embarrassing. Better to keep metaphorical skeletons like those in the closet, unless Sans really means to talk about it.]
But, I guess you've had that a few times, now. Remembering fake things.