[Papyrus's eyesockets widen at the explanation, at the offers Sans received - widening in recognition, more than bafflement. Some of the things Flowey's said and known, some of the puzzle-solving aptitude Frisk's displayed... It's not so strange, to have the possibility of time magic passing right by Papyrus, out of reach. And yet.]

It didn't talk to me. [All this reminiscing on childhood and frustrations slips out in his tone, before he shakes it off and concludes, more brightly:] I guess, it realized I was too convincing to win over!! Good job listening to the sensible people.

And, not risking however it would have gone wrong. Somebody said they always go wrong, right...? [He asks both to confirm for himself, there was no sense trying to use the relic, and also for Sans to reassure himself, in case he's got lingering doubts.]