Sans listens to Papyrus's whole explanation, without impatience or interruption. In fact, his general posture seems enraptured, his tail even swishing with latent interest. Its probably the most eagerly someone has ever accepted one of Papyrus's scoldings.
Yet, when he's done, Sans only comes closer, looking right up at his brother. He removes his visor, holding it at his side, which only makes this exchange weirder, with all of Sans's eyes set on him.
"...So very brave," he says. "Mortals have so much to fear, yet they struggle on so nobly. I can't imagine being forced to live with such regret, even for such a short time."
Read: she doesn't regret anything about this, nor wish for something different. Not at all.
"Why... would I ever desire such frailty? Why, when I can watch it so closely?" Sans is going to try to touch Papyrus's face at this point, to cup the side of his face in his hand, but if Papyrus pulls away he won't pursue. It's an idle, almost dreamlike motion. Like touching a cloud. "Your weakness... your hope... is beautiful and terrible."
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Yet, when he's done, Sans only comes closer, looking right up at his brother. He removes his visor, holding it at his side, which only makes this exchange weirder, with all of Sans's eyes set on him.
"...So very brave," he says. "Mortals have so much to fear, yet they struggle on so nobly. I can't imagine being forced to live with such regret, even for such a short time."
Read: she doesn't regret anything about this, nor wish for something different. Not at all.
"Why... would I ever desire such frailty? Why, when I can watch it so closely?" Sans is going to try to touch Papyrus's face at this point, to cup the side of his face in his hand, but if Papyrus pulls away he won't pursue. It's an idle, almost dreamlike motion. Like touching a cloud. "Your weakness... your hope... is beautiful and terrible."